Beauty as we feel it is something indescribable: what it is or what it means can never be said. Santayana
Morning,
It's finally starting to feel like winter up here, the high yesterday only reached 34 degrees. The overnight low was 23 degrees and it was 31 degrees and clear at 7am observation. The mountain still has some slick spots after yesterday's patchy snow. It would be wise to pack some kind of traction devices, although you could get away without having them by using caution.
It's finally starting to feel like winter up here, the high yesterday only reached 34 degrees. The overnight low was 23 degrees and it was 31 degrees and clear at 7am observation. The mountain still has some slick spots after yesterday's patchy snow. It would be wise to pack some kind of traction devices, although you could get away without having them by using caution.
It looks like it will be a clear, beautiful day. The light snow that has accumulated on the trees up top is mesmerizing. I was losing myself all afternoon as I watched the sun play in the pines. It is a study of constant renewal. I can't wait to see more... hopefully on Thursday. This little taste of snow has me yearning for more more more. I want the mountain to get pummelled.
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