It’s currently 34 degrees and cloudy up top. We received .1” of precipitation in the lat 24 hours. Yesterday’s high was 35 degrees, with an overnight low of 22.
My boots slushed through the melting snow. The mountain was transforming again. Some steps landed into a combination of water, slush, and hardened ice. Other sections of trail had already melted away, showcasing the bare rock beneath. Smiling at the new green landscape, I continued my walk back from Myrtle Point.
I had just passed the junction for Cliff Tops when the world around me turned gold. The morning sun filtered through the clouds, creating a celestial atmosphere. What was this divine intervention? I stood in place for an unknown number of minutes, thinking. The pale golden light continued to illuminate the forest. I briefly came to my senses, just in time to capture the moment. My mind was floating…
…I slowly drifted back toward the lodge.