lying beside you, watching the moonrise. that's all there is babe and ain't it enough?

If it is right, it happens — The main thing is not to hurry. Nothing good gets away. John Steinbeck

Morning y'all,

It's a cold, wintry morning up top! The high yesterday reached 27 degrees. The overnight low got down to 16 degrees. It was 16 degrees and partly cloudy at 7am observation. The mountain received 2 inches of snow and a tender hoarfrost is coating every surface of camp like magical pixie dust. It is a sight to see. The trails are sure to be a bit more slick with this unpredictable precipitation, so be sure to have warm boots, a fresh change of socks, plenty of warm layers and some traction devices if you intend to summit.

Top photo: Heart frost! Above: Camp as the storm swirled. Below: The frostiest rocking chairs east of the Mississippi!

Yesterday was the kind of Mt. LeConte day I've been dreaming of all summer. I was dead tired and had nothing to do but listen to the snow fall. It was the perfect prescription for sore muscles and flagging energy. The time went. It was the kind of calm I seldom get to experience, with no disturbances and nothing but my warm clothes and good books to attend to. This space and silence pleases my mind beyond words. A pure and perfect nourishment.