It's strange, being on this road with nobody on it. The construction crews don't work on weekends, and the fire crews are working on unwrapping structures, so no vehicles pass. In the summers, it can take hours to drive the entire road, and parking spaces at the visitor center at the summit sometimes fill by 8:30 am. Now it is deserted and filled with yellow aspen leaves.
Further along, mountain goats cling to the cliffs. A young one jumps around, not bothered by the falling snow. Their white fur is long and thick for winter.
Snow falls and I retreat lower, down to the fire still smoking in the rain. High above, the bears and goats move through the late afternoon, waiting for the silence of winter.