We have forgotten the virtue of sitting, watching, observing. Nothing much happens. This is the way of nature. We breathe together. Simply this. For long periods of time, the meadow is still. We watch. We wait. We wonder. Our eyes find a resting place. And then, the slightest of breezes moves the grass. It can be heard as a whispered prayer. Terry Tempest Williams
Morning y'all,
It's a beautiful, grey morning up top. The high yesterday reached 50 degrees. The overnight low was 39 degrees. It was 40 degrees and clear at 7am observation. The mountain received no new precipitation yesterday. It looks as if some of the clouds up top will be burning off soon and we'll have another gorgeous day. Get out and enjoy it!
I had a great run down Alum yesterday morning. There's nothing quite like starting off your day with a shot of adrenaline. I overslept and was late to meet some friends at the trailhead, so I didn't even get the chance to go through my typical morning rituals... I just put some gatorade in my hand held water bottle, threw on my running pack and headed out the door. I haven't had a coffee-less morning yet this season, so I felt a little foggy until I got to the double stair. After that, the clouds and mists started to shift a bit from some perpetual sogginess to something resembling clearing. As I ran down Monotony ridge, I was treated to some great cloud shows which got me wondering if curiosity can act as a suitable stand in for caffeine...
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