It was a grey day on the mountain. It felt like an October day. The high was 44. It hovered around 40 all day. The low was 34. The mountain received .46" of precipitation. If it was snow, I'd be jumping through the ceiling. The trail up Alum is still very slick in sections, so be sure to use the proper mix of courage, caution and traction devices.
This morning feels much like yesterday. From 8am-6pm it looked almost exactly the same as it did the hour before. Days like this make it easier to grant Descartes his famed doubt of an external world. My perception of the outside world fells much more limited in such an unvaried environment. Our senses are unreliable, unwilled and our minds are the only thing we truly know. That, or I'm just spending too much time reading in my cabin.