It’s currently 37 degrees and cloudy up top. Out high yesterday made it up to 47 degrees, with an overnight low of 35 degrees.
The mountain was cloaked in an ethereal mist as I wandered into the morning grey. From the looks of the woods around me, my morning would be enjoyed in a cloud. I learned long ago that you can’t catch fish if you don’t wet a line. I strode on.
My stubbornness paid off. Sandwiched between the clouds, the sun’s soft light peered through the layers. I soaked up the moment with all I had. The clouds quickly closed in, leaving me lost in thought.
I hope you have an adventurous Saturday.
See you up the trail,
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