Morning y'all,
It's a beautiful morning up top. The mountain has a light dusting of snow and the clouds are dancing about in a mesmerizing way. The high yesterday reached 37 degrees. The low got down to 18 degrees. It's currently 22 degrees and clear at 7am observation. The mountain received .53" of rain yesterday morning. There's still only patchy snow on the ground. I would bet the trails are in pretty nasty shape, with all the water coming off the mountain freezing overnight with the low temperatures we received. Be cautious.
I had an exhilarating hike on Alum yesterday morning. The weather was as raw as I've seen up here. It was in the mid-30's, raining in shotgun bursts and the wind was cutting through the trees like a buzzsaw, stabbing with blasts of frigid power. The display was too captivating to turn back, the whole mountain buzzing with activity and force, watching the trees sway in the monumental gusts, threatening to snap and break, then holding on time and time again. There was simply too much happening to fall into a meditative trance like on most woodswalks, a kind of sensory overload made for a memorable day. It's especially impressive to consider that a storm of that magnitude seemed to cause little damage, which would indicate that all the blowdowns, slides and such on the mountain were caused by acts of an even greater order. It's impossible not to feel a swell of reverence in the midst of such intensity, action, and purity.
It's a beautiful morning up top. The mountain has a light dusting of snow and the clouds are dancing about in a mesmerizing way. The high yesterday reached 37 degrees. The low got down to 18 degrees. It's currently 22 degrees and clear at 7am observation. The mountain received .53" of rain yesterday morning. There's still only patchy snow on the ground. I would bet the trails are in pretty nasty shape, with all the water coming off the mountain freezing overnight with the low temperatures we received. Be cautious.
I had an exhilarating hike on Alum yesterday morning. The weather was as raw as I've seen up here. It was in the mid-30's, raining in shotgun bursts and the wind was cutting through the trees like a buzzsaw, stabbing with blasts of frigid power. The display was too captivating to turn back, the whole mountain buzzing with activity and force, watching the trees sway in the monumental gusts, threatening to snap and break, then holding on time and time again. There was simply too much happening to fall into a meditative trance like on most woodswalks, a kind of sensory overload made for a memorable day. It's especially impressive to consider that a storm of that magnitude seemed to cause little damage, which would indicate that all the blowdowns, slides and such on the mountain were caused by acts of an even greater order. It's impossible not to feel a swell of reverence in the midst of such intensity, action, and purity.
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