Long story short, popcorn sized hail started to fall at the exact moment that we pulled into the trailhead parking lot. It proceeded to intensify as we pulled our gear together, changed out of the shorts and T-shirts we had planned to wear, and threw food in the bear bins... from the length of the hail tracks you can infer the shutter speed of an iphone 5.. 10s of miliseconds I'd guess.
All of 100 meters up the trail I was already stopping to oggle the surprise contrast:
We danced over streaks of snowpack for about a mile.
Then, abruptly, the hail let up and we paused to look around. Grey skies, wet trails, high spirits.
Turns out old man winter was also just taking a pause. Within 10 minutes, the temperature dropped about 10 degrees and snow had started. Not gentle, cute snowflakes, but a full-on, take-cover blizzard:
Observe, winter wonderland:
This was about the point that we abandoned all hope of reaching Lyons Lake and began to scout for a nice slab of granite upon which to camp (which we found). Overnight low was a balmy 32 F...