The mountain is in a cloud at the moment. The high yesterday reached 36 degrees. The low was 30 degrees. It was 34 degrees and overcast at 7am observation. The mountain received .20 inches of rain yesterday afternoon. There's still about 3 inches of snow up top. It looks as though we'll be in a cloud this morning, with hopes of clear skies this afternoon. It sounds like it should be a beautiful weekend for a hike. The trails are in flux right now. The warm temperatures yesterday have made the previously solid snowpack into a dense slush. You can get a foothold for a moment, then as soon as you put weight on it, you seem to punch through. Fortunately, with the warm temperatures yesterday this should only be an issue further on up the mountain - the rest of the snowpack should have melted quite a bit.
It feels like I'm living a sepia toned photo right now. There's been a cloud over camp for the past 24 hours and the dull ache of morning's light is coming on slow. It's easy to lose a sense of time with few responsibilities and no sunlight to distinguish morning, mid-morning, afternoon and evening. It almost feels like international travel, with everything so distorted that you're forced to rely on how you feel rather than how the clock tells you how to feel. Irregardless, in these conditions, reading always feels like the proper way to pass the time... On that note, I've gotta go talk to my friends, Henry David, Ed, Walt, Mary, Terry & Michel. Enjoy the day!