It was getting pretty foggy and damp at the top of Puy Mary, but never came to rain. I suited up for the chill factor. At the top of the climb, there's a winding stairway that takes one the last 50 meters to the top of the Puy. The very tip was covered in snow. It was so beautiful, I just had to take a picture. So I whipped out my Canon, and it died. Just one of the five camera's I've gone through in the last few years. Oh well, Snickers bar and one hell of a descent.