Although not made entirely of sugar, Scott and I both agreed that the damp winds and accompanying light sleet in 4 degree (celcius) weather warranted time spent in a cozy little backpacker's structure next to Lago Kathleen (where we met a friendly gal from northern Alberta). The structure had a sizeable wood burning stove that generated enough heat to encourage more than one of us remove our down layers. A nice unexpected find on a frosty Yukon afternoon.
Lago Kathleen, doing her shimmering thing in the autumnal afternoon light. 
After having a humorous conversation with a Parks Canada warden, we decided to take her advice to walk a trail a few clicks north of our cozy little shack. The wind was undeniable once we got out of the trees, but the uninterrupted views of wild Yukon terrain were exactly what the doctor ordered.
Looking northwest toward the icy peaks, wondering if we had the minerals to climb atop them without any appropriate gear or rations.
Megan (the Albertan), Scott (the Boulderian), and Daven (the Juneauite).
A wet-footed ponder atop a sloppy knoll. 
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