That ultimate world, he thinks, or rather dreams, the final world of meat, blood, fire, water, rock, wood, sun, wind, sky, night, cold, dawn, warmth, life. Those short, blunt and irreducible words which stand for almost everything he thinks he has lost. Or never really had. And loneliness? Loneliness? Is that all he has to fear? Edward Abbey
Morning y'all, It's another beautiful, blue gray day up top. The high yesterday reached 42 degrees. The overnight low was 22 degrees. It was 34 degrees and clear at 7am observation. The mountain received no new precipitation. There is no snow up top. The trails are almost entirely clear of ice. Get out and enjoy the day! Much thanks to Dick for his many kindnesses (that coffee is the truth!) - I look forward to seeing you again SOON!