The morning started trapped in a cloud. It’s currently 40 degrees and trying to clear up on Mount Le Conte. Trace amounts of snow still linger on the mountain. Expect some ice on the trail in the higher elevations.
The clouds caught fire as I entered the arena. The warm air lent me a sense of comfort, the flames ripped across the heavens. What was this world I stumbled into only two years ago? How fortunate I was to have a daily exchange with these wild-fires in the sky.
The fire dissipated into the night.
I woke in a haze, clouds had rested heavily on the mountain. It wasn’t long before I was roaming with black coffee in hand. A small white sign reminded me I was in bear country. It felt good to think about my shy neighbors. I continued down the trail, looking for tracks.
"Nothing happens to any man that he is not formed by nature to bear."