I don't know if it's the altitude change or the fact that my brain had been briefly frozen these past few days, I'm totally discombobulated and unproductive all day.
Seeing that I don't have much chance of getting caught up with work, I organized the rest of our photos from the trip so at least I can be a productive blogger today :)
So, without further ado, here's a recap of the last wonderful day we spend in the Sierra...

I caught these delicate little snowflakes on our balcony's railing just before sunrise. Little did I know then that we'll have much, MUCH more of this stuff to come later in the day...
We've decided that since it's a sunny and warm(er) day, that we'll tackle the Morgan Pass Trail through the Little Lakes Valley in the John Muir Wildnerness all the way up towards the peaks at 10,000-ft elevation. Somehow it escaped my mind that there could still be considerable amount of snow at that altitude on a non-snowing day...
And so we took the hour-long drive towards the trail, but by the time we got near the trail head and found the last 1.5 miles of the road snowed in (and that there were no other cars around), we know we're not in for just a walk in the park...
We thought about turning back, but a peek around the bend at this drop dead gorgeous view the trail has to offer (that's a semi-frozen creek above, for those of you who don't live in snow country, like us), and the prospect of having the whole mountain to ourselves, we decided to pack on the layers, tuck our thermal underwear in and trudge on.
I don't know if it's sheer stubborness or our dogged optimism (no pun intended), we trudged on...
and on... to progressively deeper and deeper snow...
About a mile up from the trail head, there were these hairy moments where we couldn't even tell where the trail is and where it's just snow over vegetation. We thought about turning back (which would be a huge disappointment), and that's when Bryson the Snow Dawg Plow comes to our rescue!
Not only would he sprint/swim ahead and "plow" a clear path for us (seriously, he could get a job with DOT), he also somehow seems to know where the best footing is, leading us onto the safe path.
Good boy, Bryson!
Despite of Bryson's excellent canine/6th-sense guidance, we had to turn back half way as the snow was almost up to our knee cap and the hole in my sock was giving my big toe a tourniquet.
Even then, every step of this trip was totally worth it- not just for the fresh air and scenery, but also to watch Bryson thrive and flourish in what we've now discovered is his elements.

I dive! Jackie-Chan-style!
He's really shown us that even though he could be a couch potato at home, he's really a true corgi through and through- smart, loyal, determined, and one tough little guy who wouldn't let his vertically-challenged statute limit what he sets his mind to! Go corgis! :D