We arose on our third morning on the Noatak River to find a fully overcast sky. Well, not fully overcast. There was an opening to the far west, showing a gap between the horizon and our new ceiling. It was raining up river and to the south, but holding away from us fortunately. The cloud pattern stayed just about the same all day, and when we arrived at our gravel bear across from Lake Matcharak to set camp for the night, the gap had widened just a little bit. I kept watching and waiting, expecting the sun to dip down below the clouds and give us some spectacular evening light. When it came to a point where I thought I may have been wrong, the warm shafts of light started to streak out from behind a nearby ridge, painted selected areas with spotlights of color. What turned out to be a gray, colorlless day for most of the sunlight hours ended with a spectacular show, including a blood red sunset and golden light caressing streaks of rain coming down in isolated squalls and creating dramatic spotlights on the landscape.