It's a stunning day up top. The high yesterday reached 38 degrees. The overnight low was 14 degrees. It was 15 degrees and clear as a bell at 7am observation. The mountain received an inch of new snow, keeping our total up top at about 2 inches. I would suspect that the trails have become a bit nasty with the cold overnight temperatures, so be sure to pack some sort of traction devices.
The mountain is a festival of colour at the moment. We're above the clouds and the sun is rising over my cabin. The slow procession of reds and pinks on the horizon is firmly setting itself up like a circus tent in my memory. I hope fate lets it linger there long after this gaiety, overcoming all the tumult and empty noise that tend to clutter up my mind. This time of year is particularly magical: clear skies make for great colours and the contrast with the snowscape is just all the more lucid. All I can do is sigh and hope for more moments of clarity to drown out the confusion.
Enjoy Valentine's day!
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