It's a foggy, drizzly morning up top. The high yesterday reached 38 degrees. The overnight low was 28 degrees. It was 37 degrees and raining at 7am observation. The rain started around 4am up top and it rained .24" as of this morning. Rain is in the forecast until this afternoon up top. The trails should be soggy and I would expect that there is still a little bit of ice in sections. I'm sure the trails will be quiet today - take advantage!
One of the things I love most about returning to LeConte every winter are the little seasonal milestones. I am usually a great sleeper (every man must have one skill!), but I was up for a few hours last night. The winds started to pick up at 2am and I realized that it was my first truly stormy night in the cabin this season. I recalled that it typically takes me a few storms to get used to sleeping through them. It is not an anxious feeling, although I am occasionally forced to consider whether the solar panels' support beams will snap or if the cabin could possibly be blown down the mountain, like something out of a dark fairy tale. Mostly, it is a procession of interesting sounds: the bellowing of gusts flowing up from the propane racks, the oddly hypnotic creakings of trees, the tired sound of cabins that have lived through countless nights like this. They are all so distinct that they force a certain level of awareness, one that rides out just above sleep. I know now that the lodge has seen far worse and fared fine, so it is mostly about drinking in this little symphony before my energy gives out and I daze back into an equally blustery dreamworld.