It’s currently 32 degrees and above the clouds. Yesterday’s high was 33, with an overnight low of 15. We received trace amounts of snow last night.
There are still some ice-covered sections along the trails, but most of the mountain is relatively ice free.
I woke to a quiet mountain morning. The star shone vivid in the sky above; Pigeon Forge twinkled brightly below. I eased into the kitchen to report the weather and to brew a fresh cup of coffee. I called in the weather and sat down to focus on the steaming cup that patiently rested on the stainless-steel counter. Finishing the caffeinated beverage, I walked outside - the clouds had filled the valley below. I smiled and disappeared into the forest - on my way to sunrise.
The clouds below resembled a river. They flowed through the valley with intent. The sun illuminated Clingmans Dome in the distance. Awestruck, I protected my face from the wind and continued to capture the moment. A fellow traveler and photographer, Kodak, had joined me for sunrise. I reveled in his joy and excitement. He too, was seeing what lay before us. We were like sponges soaking up the beauty. The stage was set…
The show went on.