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Was everything so beautiful so bold? Annie Dillard

Morning y'all,

It's a gorgeous morning up top. The high yesterday reached 36 degrees. The low was down to 13 degrees. It was 25 degrees and clear at 7am observation. The mountain received an inch of new snow. I would expect the trails to be pretty slick. It was chilly enough yesterday afternoon that some treacherous ice was forming on my way to Cliff Tops. I would recommend Microspikes if you intend to reach the summit today. The forecast looks like there will be more clear weather and cold temperatures, so please be prepared.

Top photo: Snowstorm! Above: Coated cabin porch!

The mountain received some snow yesterday, around mid-morning. It hit with fury, weather with intention. The storm enveloped the mountain, a whole new character was revealed. The winds picked up, the trees were coated before I finished my cup of coffee. I turned off the radio and went out onto the back porch to feel the storm rage. There is nothing like new snow. Perhaps it is because the snow reminds me that anything can be made new again. This is important.

Great sky.

It feels like it's been a while since I've seen snow, although it's really only been two weeks. Yet another case of calendar time feeling irrelevant up here. The days stretch out with no distractions or society to hide yourself in, just a barren simplicity. Chop wood, carry water.