For every walk is a sort of crusade, preached by some Peter the Hermit in us, to go forth and reconquer this Holy Land from the hands of the Infidels. Thoreau
It's another stunning morning up here. The high yesterday reached 48 degrees. The low was recorded yesterday morning, 27 degrees. It was 35 degrees and clear at 7am observation. The mountain received no new precipitation yesterday. There is still patchy snow on the ground up top. Be prepared to slide all around the trials within 1,000' of the summit. There is still dangerous ice higher than the double stair on Alum Cave. Microspikes are your best bet for a summit bid free of anxiety.
It was a gloriously warm, clear day yesterday. I whiled away the hours reading poetry on the porch of cabin 6, watching the day hikers slide down the main staircase. I was sunbathing for a bit, working on my base tan for my San Diego trip next week. It was absurdly pleasant. Sunset was marvelous. There were enough clouds in the sky to lend it a wonderful kind of texture. The colours played in the clouds for over an hour. Every warm shade of yellow, orange, red, pink, purple and all types of unnamed in betweens left me almost a little too dazed to walk back to my cabin.It always feels good to see the cars & their headlights coming down from Newfound, knowing that my journey home is much shorter. It'd be hard not to be anxious traveling 30+ minutes in a car with how intoxicated sunset makes me. I'm glad I only have to stumble a short way down the Cliff Tops trail and can sleep it all off... until sunrise, of course. A little hair of the dog will make me feel better come morning.