It’s currently 17 degrees and above the clouds. Yesterday’s high was 31, with an overnight low of 15. We still have half an inch of snow on the ground. Expect ice up top.
I ambled into the kitchen, lit the stove, and stared at the dirty dishes I didn’t finish the night before. Good conversations with like-minded friends quickly took precedence. I called in the weather, and finished up the waiting dishes. Satisfied, I set off for the point.
Outside, the clouds loomed above. They were moving fast. Apollo Overlook was socked in. A gap in the clouds showed an untouched Myrtle Point. I hiked on.
I made it to the point just in time for the colorful show. The point looked different. It looked as if we’d been transported to the Himalaya. Fellow photographers were afoot. We exchanged repeated smiles and commented on all aspects of the new environment. The wind gusted all around us, burning our faces…
… the cameras continued to fire.
“My intention is to carry as little as possible, move fast and catch the summit by surprise.” – George Mallory