It’s currently 27 degrees and clear. Yesterday’s high was 43 with an overnight low of 28 degrees. We received .2” of precipitation.
Walking through the forest, the view ahead commanded my attention. The landscape atop Mt. Le Conte lured me in, again and again. I couldn’t resist. What was it about this mountain that inspired me daily? I began to think about yesterday evening.
The mountain was cloaked again, buried in a cloud. I wandered about with a miner’s lamp in my hand. The orange kerosene glow served as my sunset replacement. The spooky glow set the mood. I continued wandering, afraid of how much I would scare someone if they saw me coming toward them along the dark misty trail. No one showed…
I continued my rounds.
“There are no words that can tell the hidden spirit of the wilderness, that can reveal its mystery, its melancholy, and its charm.” – Theodore Roosevelt