And the story of love is a long sad tale ending in graves. Kerouac
Morning y'all,
It's a grey, grey day up top. The high yesterday reached 44 degrees. The low last night reached 37 degrees. It was 37 degrees and cloudy at 7am observation. The mountain received .57" of rain yesterday. There is no snow remaining up top. The trails should be soggy, so bring an extra pair of socks if you intend to summit!
It's a grey, grey day up top. The high yesterday reached 44 degrees. The low last night reached 37 degrees. It was 37 degrees and cloudy at 7am observation. The mountain received .57" of rain yesterday. There is no snow remaining up top. The trails should be soggy, so bring an extra pair of socks if you intend to summit!
The wind was putting on a show yesterday afternoon. I was perched on one of the quieter cabin porches watching the trees swirl in the grey madness. It was mesmerizing. When you focus so intently on a sensation like that, you seem to float away. Before long, my mind was envisioning myself as one of those giants, swayed by invisible forces. After spending a good portion of the afternoon as one of the trees, I realized that I am also pushed and pulled by a million desires, the roots of which I comprehend no more than the Fraser Firs comprehend the wind. I can only hope that I can endure my mystifying forces with as much grace as my noble neighbors.
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