It’s currently 40 degrees and raining. Yesterday’s high reached 48 degrees, with an overnight low of 37. We have received 1.2” of rain up top with precipitation continuing.
I woke to the steady drum of rain on the wooden shingles above. The cold steady rain, that I grew accustomed to while thru-hiking the Appalachian Trail, was back. I laid in bed and wiggled my toes, thankful for both. My thoughts drifted to yesterday.
“I really need to stop baking so many sweets.” - still talking aloud to myself. I scooped another teaspoon of cookie batter into the pan. “I think the Christmas spirit has taken hold.” Maybe, the vagabond lifestyle had deprived me of a kitchen for too long. I settled on it being a combination of the two.
Cookies in the oven, I strolled outside to soak up the bluebird sky and to escape the warming kitchen. Gazing off my porch, I nearly jumped with excitement. It all happen in a matter of seconds. I spotted movement below and stared directly at one of my wild eyed neighbors. The cross winds had kept my scent from traveling to Mr. Coyote. He looked at me and I him. Just as quick, he spun around and shyly glided back into the woods. I waved and thanked him for the visit.
I checked my watch…it was time to pull out the cookies.
I’m in the kitchen now. Fresh ground Sumatran coffee fills the room with deep earthy notes. The empty Piñon Coffee container is now over-stuffed with yesterday’s Cape Cod Oatmeal Cookies. With the mountain smothered by the clouds and the rain pouring down, I’ve opted to forego my morning jaunt. Instead, I aim to delve into a couple new projects, namely books. The other, I shared above. The timelapse video of the picture above is on the Facebook Page. Here is the link:
One of my goals while living up top is to find ways to best share the beauty of the mountain with you all. I hope you enjoy!