Good morning,
It’s currently 21 degrees and clear. Yesterday’s high made it up to 31 degrees, with an overnight low of 19.
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I woke earlier than usual. Dipping in and out of consciousness, I began wiggling my toes. The morning routine had begun. Wiggling toes turned into squirming legs, and ended with a few sit-ups. The blood now moving, I slid on my overalls and stepped outside. One deep breath and I knew it was below freezing. Savoring the crisp mountain air, I slowly meandered toward the kitchen.
With my nose, too close to my cup, I inhaled the savory vanilla notes drifting from my pinon coffee. The radio responded to my weather report, “Good copy, have a great day.” It was time to leave the warmth of the kitchen to seek out a sunrise.
The large mass of grey still hovered above Mt. Le Conte. I noticed it during sunset the night before. Creating a roof with a fine line of demarcation, this persistent ceiling blocked the setting and rising of the sun. I made the best of it, capturing the unusual hues that bled through the canopy. Satisfied and partially chilled, I started toward the lodge. As I descended the mountain, a smile broke free. This small taste of winter weather was getting me excited for the days to come.
Onward,
Seth
It’s currently 21 degrees and clear. Yesterday’s high made it up to 31 degrees, with an overnight low of 19.
--
I woke earlier than usual. Dipping in and out of consciousness, I began wiggling my toes. The morning routine had begun. Wiggling toes turned into squirming legs, and ended with a few sit-ups. The blood now moving, I slid on my overalls and stepped outside. One deep breath and I knew it was below freezing. Savoring the crisp mountain air, I slowly meandered toward the kitchen.
With my nose, too close to my cup, I inhaled the savory vanilla notes drifting from my pinon coffee. The radio responded to my weather report, “Good copy, have a great day.” It was time to leave the warmth of the kitchen to seek out a sunrise.
The large mass of grey still hovered above Mt. Le Conte. I noticed it during sunset the night before. Creating a roof with a fine line of demarcation, this persistent ceiling blocked the setting and rising of the sun. I made the best of it, capturing the unusual hues that bled through the canopy. Satisfied and partially chilled, I started toward the lodge. As I descended the mountain, a smile broke free. This small taste of winter weather was getting me excited for the days to come.
Onward,
Seth
“Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished.”
- Lao Tzu -
- Lao Tzu -
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