It’s currently 21 degrees and clear on Mount LeConte. Strong winds have begun blowing from the south. There is still 1 inch of snow on the ground. Plan and prepare for heavy ice if you’re looking to hike up top.
The sun set with a quiet solitude. Moving through the forest, I admired how cobalt shadows met with the with the lavender glow of evening. Approaching the shelter, I couldn’t help but stop and soak in the scene, the moment.
The shelter stood stoically where it always loved to stand. Nearby Fir protected the stone structure from the arctic wind.Without a watch, time could be told by the light disappearing from the tips of the sentinels.
Just as the evening submitted to darkness, the moon rose up to meet the occasion, stepping in for the golden sun. At full capacity, there was hardly a difference between the great ball of fire and the lunar mirror.
The mercury dropped as the evening drifted deeper into night. Bundled, I lingered around the mountain longer than usual…
How could I not?
“The moon is a silver pin-head vast, That holds the heaven's tent-hangings fast. “ William R. Alger