But I must wait. Wait and listen. That inner stillness is the only way to reach these inner marvels, these inner miracles all of us possess. And when truth strikes, that brief, blinding illumination tells me what every writer comes to know. If you would write the truth, you must first become the truth. George Sheehan. Photo by my friend Emily Melick. Chimney Tops, March 2014.
It's another beautiful, warm morning up top. The high yesterday reached 54 degrees and the overnight low was 39 degrees. It was 39 degrees and clearing at 7am observation. The mountain received no new precipitation and there is no snow remaining up top. The trails are in great shape, get out and enjoy the spring temperatures with 'winter' crowds!
Grace and I spent another lazy day enjoying the lodge yesterday. We took care of some closing/opening (depends on your perspective!) chores, read on the porch and watched the clouds. The end of things is always bittersweet, but change is what makes this itinerant life so sweet. Without contrast (new yet familiar mountains, dear old friends), things would grow too familiar for my taste. While packing up my beloved books and saying goodbye to my sweet little cabin always brings a tear to my eye, I know it is for the best in the long haul - it is paramount that the adventure feels fresh.
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