It would've been a stormy day to hike so we ate and drank coffee all day. The town of Chama likes hikers, "dividers" they call us. We insisted that we were uniters.
The woman at the diner called around town to see if anyone was willing to give four hikers a ride to the pass. To our luck an eccentric knife maker volunteered to the task. He picked us up in his big old truck, blew into his breathalyzer and then told us he had a man interested in buying a knife at his shop. On the way there he told us hilarious stories about the local police.
At the top of the pass were snow tunnels for the historic Cumbres Railroad to pass through.
About two miles up we gotta strap on our new snow shoes and take 'em for a spin. We didn't know then that we would be wearing them for the next four days straight.
Working out the rest of the coffee by running around in circles with snow shoes. Tuckered, we set up our tents and slept on the snow that night.