There was too much snow at the trailhead to park there, so I put on my snowshoes by the railroad tracks. I could see that people had been there before me, on skis and snowshoes and on foot, which is one of the reasons this is my Old Standby: while it's never busy, I can usually count on someone else breaking trail.
|The lake is still completely frozen|
Nobody was on the trail or at the lake. I sat in the sunshine, looking at the mountains. Back at the parking area, two men were starting out on skis. Maybe this was their Old Standby too.