Winter came a little early today. We braved the cold and the wet, heavy snow to hike down from Pika Hut high on Camp Ridge. The snow did not last long; as soon as we had descended 100 ft in elevation the snow changed to rain. A little snow did make for some beautiful scenery as the ridges around us were nearly covered with an inch or two of fresh snow, making them look like they had been dusted with powdered sugar. The bright red bear berry peaked through the snow in beautiful waves and the small mountain harebells were all closed up, as if hiding from the early frost. I know that September here in Alaska is just about winter, but I am not ready for snow and neither are our guests. We have two more weeks and I know of at least one person who will be huddling by the wood stove tonight, hoping for an indian summer.