Since yesterday, we have received 2.2” inches of precipitation. Our 24-hour high was 44 degrees with a low of 31 degrees.
The rain started falling late in the afternoon.
Lulled to sleep, the precipitation continued deep into the night. I woke to hear the persistent tatter of rain. Mt. Le Conte would be socked-in and soaked, again. The consistent clear days and crisp sunrises were behind me, for now. The mountain was transitioning. Spring would be here soon.
Hot peppermint tea accompanied me as I wandered around the lodge. The rain came in sheets. Soaking through, I snapped a couple photos with my handheld camera. The flavorful tea kept me smiling amidst the deluge. What book would hold my attention today? Maybe I would continue writing my own account of past adventures. Thinking…
I made for the loft.
"Spring is when you feel like whistling even with a shoe full of slush." --Doug Larson