It rained all night the next night, and in the morning the high peaks were covered with snow. I hiked up the valley of the West Dolores River into the Lizard Head Wilderness area. Ragged, low-hanging clouds covered the tops of the highest peaks. As I climbed, I could hear a lone bull elk bugling above me in the forest, and the amount of snow on the ground increased the higher I hiked. At the lake, the ground was covered with two inches of wet snow. Because of the low clouds, the summits of the highest peaks were not visible. When I turned to return, I saw that the sky was black, and soon a storm of heavy grapple struck. Near the end of the hike, thunder boomed above me and it poured rain.