It’s currently 36 degrees and semi-socked in on Mount Le Conte. The lodge is sandwiched between a sliver of clear sky with clouds above and below. Conditions are damp, and I would expect some slick lingering ice in the higher elevations.
Soft cloud sifted light seeped through the window. The kitchen took on a vintage air. In that moment I realized that, while the world has changed so much in the last few years, there are still those places that remain timeless, that remain unchanged in most ways. Mt. LeConte was one of those places.
Taking a sip of blueberry green tea, I wondered how long those magnets had been living on the fridge. I’d never met the Beatles. Mountain Whitney and I crossed paths during the summer of 16’. Closing my eyes, I could still taste the cold thin air of Kings Canyon. I stared into my mug and resolved to go back one day, someday.
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