Once there lay ten feet of snow on the trails he would be snowed-in until spring.
It would be impossible to go down to Pine.

And perhaps during the long winter he would be cured of this strange, nameless disorder of his feelings.
November brought storms up on the peaks.

Flurries of snow fell in the park every day, but the sunny south side, where Dale's camp lay, retained its autumnal color and warmth.

Not till late in winter did the snow creep over this secluded nook.
The morning came at last, piercingly keen and bright, when Dale saw that the heights were impassable; the realization brought him a poignant regret.

He had not guessed how he had wanted to see Helen Rayner again until it was too late.