Except at the information desk. So then I ask if I can ride the tram to the top and hike down, but they say no. Back at the campground I strap on the snowshoes, shoulder the pack and stagger about half a mile through waist deep snow. I find a nice site and start to pack down a tent platform, had it about halfway done when I decide that it's far too much trouble setting up the tent and a lot easier to sleep in the car - after a pizza and beer that is. Right there in the deserted parking lot of Lafayette Place campground I tilt the seat back, take my boots off and crawl into my sleeping bag.
Sparks fly when they cross the twenty feet or so of bare pavement.
Surprise - the windshield frosted over. I start the car, eat a little breakfast, and wait while the car defrosts. I sorted and repacked my gear last night and what I've decided to take along is nearly everything I brought. My pack is incapacitatingly heavy. After a mile of shuffling, I wonder why I'm doing this.