This is the bizarre, fickle nature of mountain weather: one minute it is clear, sunny, and warm, half an hour later it is cloudy, and an hour later it is pouring rain. As soon as you reach an altitude of 8000 ft., this summer rainstorm has become a blizzard whose clouds shroud the mountains around you. Yesterday I sat outside in a bathing suit and today there were at least three inches of snow accumulated. It’s not winter but it’s certainly not summer. I guess spring is just the catch-all for everything in between.