3. Hiking back down, snow flurries begin to fall.

On the way down, when I reached the point where snowshoes were no longer necessary, I removed them.  As I was doing so, along came my friend.  He was having the same trouble as I was.  He said he could hear me down by the stream.  (Snowshoes make a lot of noise sometimes.)  So he decided to abandon the high road and make his way down to the stream.  But he had more trouble than I did with the stream.  He actually broke through and filled his boots with water.  But he was well prepared; he had an extra pair of dry socks in his pack, something that I didn't think of.  On the way down from Mills Lake, dark skies began to form to the North West.  Mother Nature was on our side though as only snow flurries fell.