Each piece of gear slid on slower than usual; a departure was at hand. Though I’d only be off the mountain for a few days - the beautiful routine of Mount LeConte living was already calling me back. Knotting the laces on my boots, I stood up, slung my backpack over my shoulder and walked out into the rain. After coffee and the blog, I’d be on my way down the mountain.
I’ll meet my replacement at the trailhead to swap out keys, etc. - It won’t be known that I left a small collection of chocolate truffles on their pillow or a cast-iron overflowing with cornbread in the kitchen. These small thank you’s should quench hunger for a couple days.
The last sip of coffee disappeared just as I finished the blog. There was nothing left to do. I put-on my backpack and hit the trail.
P.S. - These two photos are from the snow we received before Christmas - I thought I’d share!
“May you live all the days of your life.” Jonathan Swift