You sit at the lodge waiting for the storm to clear enough to continue on to the scenic overlook. It looks like you’re going to be here a while as the wind cuts through the walls of the lodge and rattles the windows in their frames.
The storm doesn’t let up, in fact, it gets worse. Eventually, you gently discard the idea of going to the scenic overlook. You have to spend an uncomfortable night in the lodge with little food or water except the snacks you brought and the snow you can boil. You manage to get a little sleep, and when you wake up in the morning, the trees are all coated with ice and shine and glitter in the warm sun, dripping water as they start to thaw. You set off back to the cabin, excited for a real breakfast and the chance to wash up.
The rest of the weekend was pretty uneventful.