It’s currently 41 degrees and heavily socked in on Mount Le Conte. Moderate to high winds still around the mountain on occasion. Conditions are damp and the ice in the higher elevations is dangerously slick.
The ice was broken in spots; concentric lines moved away from the center of the pool, giving the impression of a topographic map. Like a dense fog, I wandered aimlessly through the forest. It was calm, the mountain was quiet, I was in the moment. Making my way back to the lodge, the fog thickened to a degree that I could barely see the trees ahead. My thoughts drifted to a book and a hot cup of coffee. Both were within reach…
What was I waiting for?
"But I’ll tell you what hermits realize. If you go off into a far, far forest and get very quiet, you’ll come to understand that you’re connected with everything.” ― Alan Watts