Good morning,
The winds have been howling since yesterday evening. It’s currently 40 degrees and cloudy. Our high yesterday was 50 degrees, with an overnight low of 32 degrees.
*The park currently has a wind advisory in effect until 4:00PM*
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There was no welcoming sunrise this morning. Instead, I felt as if I had stepped into a clash between the wind and the forest. The beautiful green tunnel I wandered through just the day before, had transformed into a solemn damp corridor. The dense fir and spruce served as protectors from the constant squalls along the south face. The forest above moved as if it were in a trance, braving the assault. The veteran trees calmly waved me forward, showing their strength and experience. Evidence of past trials lay all around; ice, wind, and the Adelgid continue to transform the mountain.
The calm serenity along the north face quickly disappeared. The exposed ridge leading to Myrtle Point howled with intensity. I approached the front lines. From above, a raven barked an unknown order. I quickly spotted an acrobatic warbler bolting for cover. I took the hint and tucked in behind the rocks atop the point. Safe from the winds, I scribbled observations into my notebook. The raven barked new orders; others chimed in, relaying the command. I began toward home.
I stayed vigilant and aware as I marched. The steady orange glow of kerosene lanterns welcomed me back. My morning tour was over.
Outside, the battle raged on…
Until next time,
Seth
The winds have been howling since yesterday evening. It’s currently 40 degrees and cloudy. Our high yesterday was 50 degrees, with an overnight low of 32 degrees.
*The park currently has a wind advisory in effect until 4:00PM*
--
There was no welcoming sunrise this morning. Instead, I felt as if I had stepped into a clash between the wind and the forest. The beautiful green tunnel I wandered through just the day before, had transformed into a solemn damp corridor. The dense fir and spruce served as protectors from the constant squalls along the south face. The forest above moved as if it were in a trance, braving the assault. The veteran trees calmly waved me forward, showing their strength and experience. Evidence of past trials lay all around; ice, wind, and the Adelgid continue to transform the mountain.
The calm serenity along the north face quickly disappeared. The exposed ridge leading to Myrtle Point howled with intensity. I approached the front lines. From above, a raven barked an unknown order. I quickly spotted an acrobatic warbler bolting for cover. I took the hint and tucked in behind the rocks atop the point. Safe from the winds, I scribbled observations into my notebook. The raven barked new orders; others chimed in, relaying the command. I began toward home.
I stayed vigilant and aware as I marched. The steady orange glow of kerosene lanterns welcomed me back. My morning tour was over.
Outside, the battle raged on…
Until next time,
Seth
"Kites rise highest against the wind - not with it"
- Winston Churchill
- Winston Churchill
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