The sun rose quietly out of reach. A cloud enshrouding Mt. LeConte waited patiently for what the day would bring. I mimicked the sentiment - where was the snow? No sooner had the coffee brewed, the snow came in on a wind. Large flakes quickly erased the earth beneath me.
Just as the snow really began to accumulate the clouds ripped apart; bluebird skies smiled down. My schedule for the day shifted,
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It was time to check some things off the list.
"A year of snow, a year of plenty." — French proverb