The high crags are still snowed under, so Ann and I try a little cliff along the the east Carson river called Book of the Red. We find a warm and peaceful 40-foot corner to enjoy while listening to the river amble by. Until hordes of drunken partying teens show up. Their yells, especially “angry running!” while sucking air and stumbling up the canyon are just amusing, but the broken glass and trundling annoy us. Still, it’s a fine spot to ease into the season.

Approaching Book of the Red