Recent warm spell melting most of October's snowpack had me try another high sierra camping trip with Betty Boop. My goal was the massive but remote Western States single track trail system, site of hundred mile foot and horse races. I never even made it close! Did have this nice but damp scouting ride the first afternoon. Lots of snow-melt swollen creeks, patches of snow and just a few other tracks. Never saw or heard another soul out there. My campsite was a naked shelf of rock on an abutment overlooking some really steep canyons well suited for sunsets and moonlit hikes.