Stagecoach 400 - Day 7 - Singletrack to San Diego along the Coast to Crest Trail
I snuggle deep into my quilt during the night. I awake multiple times to the patter and then sheeting of precipitation shedding from the winter storm down on our shelter. Even a little thunder. Each time, I just snuggle into a deeper sleep and pass the hours away. Morning comes with a faded glimmer. Janna's up before me to use the restroom. She comes rushing back into the shelter to wake me up and says all the hillsides are caked in snow. I throw on my puffy and race out of the shelter to go see for myself. I walk to the front of the resort entrance and stare at an amalgamation of parting clouds, the entrails of the winter fury, sagging over the hills and peaks of the Beauty Mountain Wilderness. In their clearing I can see the mountains caked in snow. Everything we had ridden through yesterday between Anza and here is covered in white. It looks like the snowline ends about 100 feet above our current elevation below Black Mountain. Had we camped any higher up last night, we'd be waking up to several inches on our tent. I look up the weather and see Idyllwild got nearly 6 inches of snow last night, with another 5 inches predicted to fall starting today. I mentally note how lucky we were to get out of there when we did or we'd be snowed in…
