The locals are saying we're done with summer. We had two weekends of spring in a row.
Saturday night Mr. X and I walked to the glacier. It was a nice end to a fantastic day. Pictures and story soon. But I will say this. In the twilight, that stump was not a stump. It was a bear who was as concerned with us as we were with him. We looked at him, he looked at us. We were going different directions at the intersection of trails and none of us made a fuss; I think we all were too tired to.
So, it really is spring. More than a week before the cruise ships arrive.