Cinco de Mayo 2011 began as a pretty decent day in Hamilton MT, forecasted to hit 67 which would be our warmest day of the year so far in our new ice age. I am ready to get out of the office after a very stressful week that left me with an involuntary eyelid twitch. After lunch I put on the gear and fled south. Stopped at the West Fest site, it's dried out now and looking green. Now just add a bunch of yahoos and stir. I figure I'll try to get over Gibbons pass road up to the Big Hole, and see how the ground squirrels are looking. South of Sula I turn east. The DR is okay on the highway, even on a windy day such as this (which didn't turn out nearly as nice as they'd predicted). But when you hit the dirt road, it is perfectly in its element. A little ways up the hill I stop for a picture in one of the many burned draws. The fires of 2000 did all this, 300,000 acres burned in Ravalli County, and now many dead snags are falling across the road and need cleared. Well pretty much as I suspected, it wasn't far up before I'm hitting snow. The drifts grow larger, and it is soon obvious there's no way I'm getting through once I get to the top. I turn back, a little miffed that in May you still can't go anywhere around here yet. So I stop by the little corner where the burned draw was for a break. I hang out with a little squirrel friend who decided to coexist with me and not attack. I name him Jeff. I hang for a while, drink my diet coke, and toast the rest of the world who's stuck in an office in Illinois or Kansas or somewhere. I have other company on the mountain; a couple of blue grouse Quite a few different muleys And some elk I putt my way back down the hill into the valley, and stop in Darby to see the in-laws before heading back home. I guess even though the snow made a ridus interruptus, it still was a welcome break.