3. Hiking back down, snow flurries begin to fall.
On the way down, when I reached the point where snowshoes were no longer necessary, I removed them. As I was doing so, along came my friend. He was having the same trouble as I was. He said he could hear me down by the stream. (Snowshoes make a lot of noise sometimes.) So he decided to abandon the high road and make his way down to the stream. But he had more trouble than I did with the stream. He actually broke through and filled his boots with water. But he was well prepared; he had an extra pair of dry socks in his pack, something that I didn't think of. On the way down from Mills Lake, dark skies began to form to the North West. Mother Nature was on our side though as only snow flurries fell.