Hoping that it wouldn't snow, I traveled to Silverton Colorado with my dad in October. My dad and I had six elk tags for the very first rifle season. We took our trailer to a nice wooded area about five miles before arriving in town. The camp was about a quarter of a mile from the highway. There were trees all around the campsite; the only break in the trees was where the road passed. We set up our caravan the day before the season started. We set the alarm for four the next morning and went to bed early. I woke up the next morning to the sun's rays streaming in through the windows of the camp trailer. It couldn't be right! There was no way it was daylight at four in the morning. I stood up and looked at the clock that was on the counter next to my father on the opposite side of the trailer. The clock showed half past seven. I woke up my father and told him that it was already light outside. He jumped out of bed and said we had to go. I went out and started the truck while my dad was getting dressed. When I opened the door of the trailer I noticed a clear blue sky and a light frost covering the ground. I jumped into the driver's seat of the white 1990 GMC Sierra, hit the clutch and turned the key. The truck hesitated for about ten seconds and then took off. I turned on the defroster and wipers so I wouldn't have to scrape off the frost. We jumped in the truck and drove to the highway. We were on the highway about thirty seconds before we turned towards where we wanted to go. The place was called "The Brooklands". The road was dirt with patches of snow and ice. After we started driving up the steep road, I noticed that we were... halfway down the paper... probably faster than we were. I reached a clearing and looked up to see two huge four-pronged bulls looking down at me. I shouldered the gun and naturally placed the crosshairs on the largest moose. I pulled the trigger and the moose fell right where it was. The other elk began running up the steep, mud- and snow-covered canyon wall, followed by a small two-pronged bull that I had forgotten was there. As we were climbing the hill, I looked around to notice how green the slightly damp grass was, how beautiful the tall trees were, and how quickly those snow clouds above us were moving. We had a moose on this adventure, so we decided to pack up and head home. As the white GMC reached the top of Red Mountain Pass, I looked back toward Silverton to see nothing but snow falling from the nearly black clouds in the sky, and I thought to myself: Let it snow.