It's a very windy day up top. The high yesterday reached 53 degrees. The overnight low was 42 degrees. It was 47 degrees and raining lightly at 7am observation. We received .40 inches of rain and it looks as thought a bit more is on the way. I also heard from the Park Service that there is a high wind advisory, so be especially careful about 'widowmaker' trees coming down while you're on the trails. I don't have an anemometor up here, but the gusts at Cliff Tops last night were substantial. They weren't quite enough to knock you down, but they felt like a gentle shove and it does not appear to have calmed yet. With that all said, get out and enjoy the mountain's fury!
I was looking at some photos from last season and my suspicions were proven correct - we had a quite a bit more snow on the ground! Which is alright by me, as long as February makes up for it... With such prime trail conditions, my friend Begga and I decided to head out for a long trail run. We headed out the Boulevard at around 10 am and took up a nice conversational pace - it was nearly summer (well, at least summer where I typically am...) weather. A shirt felt like overdressing, which just seems amazing at 6,400' in December.
We chatted and enjoyed the big views, marvelling at just how insane it must have been to cut a trail on this wild ridge. There are quite a few blowdowns, which made for some fun scrambling. We had lunch (let's be real - mostly Milky Ways) at the Jump Off, then headed back. The last mile up to High Top isn't the longest or steepest, but it always seems to feel that way at the end of a big day. There's something anachronistically fun about that type of suffering, where you're pulling as much energy as you can from your legs, wondering why you feel so tired, letting your attention drift away and then back to your discomfort...