The top of the pass is within sight, but just to harass Andra, I tell her that this is the false summit before the top. I know. I'm evil.

Dawg finds a snow patch and does his thing. He used to roll in it like he has no pack on, but quickly realized that caused unwanted problems. After tumbling down a hill or getting his pack bags both flipped onto one side, he takes a more measured approach these days. This usually involves rubbing his head, chest, neck and face in the snow.