but in the grey of the morning my mind becomes confused between the dead and the sleeping and the road that i must choose.

The soul that sees beauty may sometimes walk alone. Goethe

Morning,

It was a mild, rainy day on top yesterday. I only saw 2 hikers out - the least hikers I've seen on a Saturday so far. There wasn't even anybody in the shelter! On a Saturday night! Crazy. The high was 42. The low was 39. It was 40 and still drizzling at observation. The mountain received .75" of rain yesterday.

I have become quite the shutterbug, yet did not take a single photo yesterday. It was a prototypical, grey February day. I wish we still had woodstoves up here, if only for the psychological effect. It was a great day for letter writing, sketching and carving. The only thing I noticed outside breaking the grey monotony was a brief visit from the lodge's Raven friend, Edgar. He's been shy around me, but came by while I was drinking coffee on the kitchen porch. Either he's warming up to me, or he liked my shiny metal cup.

ps: I'll be taking a brief hiatus tomorrow. The blog will return on Tuesday morning.

Nothing can break up the clouds in a man's soul more effectively than llama photos. True fact. Top photo: Llamas taking in the view. Above: Alan feeding a lucky llama pancakes! Perhaps that is the secret to their exceptionally adorable eyelashes.