I have loved the feel of green grass under my feet, and the sound of the running stream by my side, and the face of the fields has often comforted me more than the faces of men. John Burroughs
Morning,
It was a beautiful, clear day up top yesterday. The high was 39 degrees. It felt much warmer; I even got a little sunburnt with all the reflection from the snow! The overnight low was 30 degrees. It was 30 degrees and clear at observation. It sounds like we'll have another great day today. It looks like the snow will be on it's way out, but remain vigilant; there will be plenty of ice on the trails.
I followed Bobcat & Bobkitten tracks the majority of the way along the Boulevard trail. This is a new development and I'm reassured to discover that the little fella has some family looking after his/herself. After the natural high of tracking, I was gliding up the climbs; I felt no shortness of breath or lactic acid as my uplifted spirit overshadowed my physical limits. This was short-lived, as I arrived at the AT/Boulevard junction to find pillows, empty whiskey bottles, a hatchet, Chef Boyardee and many bags of trash. It is so disheartening to think that I am closer in relation to the creatures who leave this disgrace than the gentle and wise Bobcats.
It was a beautiful, clear day up top yesterday. The high was 39 degrees. It felt much warmer; I even got a little sunburnt with all the reflection from the snow! The overnight low was 30 degrees. It was 30 degrees and clear at observation. It sounds like we'll have another great day today. It looks like the snow will be on it's way out, but remain vigilant; there will be plenty of ice on the trails.
I followed Bobcat & Bobkitten tracks the majority of the way along the Boulevard trail. This is a new development and I'm reassured to discover that the little fella has some family looking after his/herself. After the natural high of tracking, I was gliding up the climbs; I felt no shortness of breath or lactic acid as my uplifted spirit overshadowed my physical limits. This was short-lived, as I arrived at the AT/Boulevard junction to find pillows, empty whiskey bottles, a hatchet, Chef Boyardee and many bags of trash. It is so disheartening to think that I am closer in relation to the creatures who leave this disgrace than the gentle and wise Bobcats.
Top photo: The final climb along the Boulevard trail near the AT. Above: Sun peeking around a rock face on the Boulevard.
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