We were trusting instinct and luck as we chased the setting sun down a dead end road near a less traveled part of the park. It suddenly opened up its hand on a dark lake that was choppy with heavy winds. The freezing water swelled and thrusted itself against the snowy shoreline, adding to a thick layer of surface ice in a nearly instantaneous freeze. Some water managed to reach my jacket in a splash, creating little jewels of ice on its black surface. The sun sank between the shouldered mountains ahead, and the wind roared on and all there was to do was shiver happily and watch it all.