It isn't taking long to warm up this morning. It's mostly cloudy but we expect this gray veil to burn off before long. Yesterday's high temperature was 69 degrees, and our overnight low never dropped past 50. Whatever mist we received yesterday managed to squeeze out 0.02" of rainfall. If you're hoping to see the llamas on the days they pack, please know that they might be arriving to the lodge a little later than normal, and/or departing the mountain later as well. Our wranglers are well versed in looking out for our favorite critters during these hot and humid stretches, which usually entails the train moving at a slightly slower click.
By Ben Spicer
Just herself and me
We walked behind a flowing fountain
Springing to the sea
We journeyed on a stair of stone
Neath a rocky pass
We frolicked as the morning shone
In water clear as glass
We reveled in the petaled flowers
Strewn upon the way
We laughed an talked for wooded hours
Happy for the day
We stood at length at summit vistas
Taking in the views
Reviving in the clouds that mist us
Riding skies of blues
We sat awhile upon a ledge
In a sunset trance
Watching rays pink, orange, and red
In a vivid dance
Atop at peak we welcomed evening
Rocking chairs for thrones
With stars above so brightly gleaming
City lights below
In cabin beds a sweet rest finds us
As we drift asleep
Adventure now a joy behind us
Memories to keep
I took my daughter to the mountain
Just herself and me
And left with bond we both can count on
Treasured revelry