We drove 120 kilometres to see a lynx.

So when we got to nearly the end of the Ingraham Trail, and surprise surprise, were running out of real estate to get to clear skies still further ahead, we turned around, and booted it back west. Way west - to later developing clear skies.
But hey, for the first hour and a while, the lynx sitting quietly at the side of the road was a beautiful and intriguing payoff of some running around chasing clear patches on weather maps that weren't quite actualizing.