All Meteorological Miracles Must Come to an End
If the last two nights were any indicator, cloudy skies all day were exactly where we wanted to be by nightfall.
Then as deep twilight set in somewhere around 7pm, the clouds started to break on the horizon, and it all seemed perfect. Until it wasn't. We spent most of our night dodging flying gravel from the ice road truckers along the Ingraham Trail until late, when a brief break in the weather yielded a short dance from the lady straight above.