March 2nd, 2018

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Good morning,

It’s currently 18 degrees and clear up top. We didn’t accumulate any snow, but the mountain did get a nice frosting. We received 1.22” of precipitation.

24 Hour Temperature Range:
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High 43
Low 18

Hwy 441 was closed during the night due to snow and ice conditions, but it appears to be clear and re-opened. Stay up to date on road conditions below. 

https://goo.gl/HikrMr

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Glancing out my loft window, I stared at a wall of fog. I knew my hopes of a clear sky, snow, and the setting full moon would be a tall breakfast order. Crumbling back into bed, I organized my lucid thoughts and waited - my friendly alarm would soon chime. The nautical twilight gave my loft a gently glow. I peaked out of my window again. It wasn’t just fog I was seeing. The mountain was coated in a thin layer of frost. Perfect! I thought. Grabbing my gear I made for the door.

I took care of my duties before I wandered off. I started by melting the frozen precipitation in the measuring tube. Once melted, I had all the information I needed to call in the weather. High, low, current temp, precipitation, snow, and conditions needed to be relayed. The sun was rising somewhere behind the clouds when I made it out of the kitchen. The warm glow created a cappuccino atmosphere - warm and frosted.

Continuing about the mountain, I waved hello to the birds and hiked toward the shelter to see who I might find. Surprised, I ran into two gentlemen retrieving their food from the bear-line, adjacent to the shelter. Six more lay tucked in their cozy sleeping bags. After a good conversation, I continued on my morning rounds.

The thick clouds above me began to dissolve, right when I made it back to the kitchen. Brewing a cup of tea, I couldn't help but to run back outside and capture the new hues from the bluebird sky. The beauty of Le Conte took hold…

40 minutes later, I finally wandered back to the kitchen to retrieve my tea and begin the blog.

So it goes,
Seth

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“We cling to our own point of view, as though everything depended on it. Yet our opinions have no permanence; like autumn and winter, they gradually pass away.” - Zhuang Zhou