 you know, head up in the mountains, uh, mountain goat hunting on my own. And that particular time I had driven about eight hours from Vancouver to get up into the mountains and then park my truck and started climbing up a trail. It was snowing. It was in Fahrenheit right around zero, maybe a little bit warmer, five, 10 degrees at the most. And, uh, there, you know, there was probably a foot of snow on the ground. I started climbing almost, almost a dark cause I was late getting there. And, uh,