This was the first part of a great trip that we (Arpi, Mona, Charles, Toby and I) did on the last weekend of August/first weekend of September. Following the Comanche Trail, we got to Comanche Lake (at around 11800 ft, in a bowl formed by Comanche, Spring and Horn Mountains) in the early afternoon, while everything was sunny and beautiful. We reckoned that the morning would bring us a much better opportunity for fantastic photography in terms of light, as then it would be falling onto the mountain sides facing us, rather than directly above or, worse, behind the ridge, leaving their faces in shadow. Still, I decided to grab a few photos, just to explore and frame the scenes that I wanted to take the next day. It was a good thing that I did. For, that evening, a freezing jet blast of a wind set in, howling in over the ridge. And never left us. Throughout the night, we were buffetted and pummelled by the wind, which seemed to want to shake us out of our tents or hammer us into the ground inside them. We hoped that it would all clear up by dawn. But, no such luck. Instead, the morning was not only just as windy, but thick waves of clouds and fog were rolling in over the mountains, onto the lake and blanketing us. And then it started to rain. We hurriedly broke camp and started to make our way downwards. Those snapshots I had grabbed the previous day were going to be all the photos that I got of this beautiful place on this trip. From here, we made our way to the Grand Sand Dunes National Park, but this time, we had more travellers in our group: the rains had decided that they would follow us ... all the way.