It’s currently 29 degrees and cloudy. Yesterday’s high was 39 degrees, with an overnight low of 24.
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I woke to a familiar fog wrapped around the mountain. Three days of crystal clear weather had come and gone. Unsure of my sunrise prospects, I savored the scene around me. Treading through the eerie mist, I thought about how much I’ve come to enjoy a socked-in mountain. Trees disappeared and reappeared according to the thickness of the wandering clouds. The view changed continuously.
Atop Myrtle Point, I watched the swift clouds rush toward the eastern seaboard. Occasional pockets opened in the clouds, showing the tidal wave formations in the distance. The moments were too brief. The mountain was giving me a preview, but didn’t want me to capture the moment. I understood the sentiment and appreciated what I got to see. The wind began to burn my face…
…I made for home.
Onward,
Seth