I am larger, better than I thought, I did not know I held so much goodness. Whitman
It's a gloomy morning atop Mt. LeConte. The high yesterday reached 39 degrees. The low temperature was 22 degrees. It was 38 degrees and cloudy at 7am observation. The mountain received .08 inches of liquid precipitation and there is now only patchy snow remaining up top. The trails are sure to be a mess today with a lot of melt and slick glace. Be careful.
Top photo: Clingman's Dome at sunset. Above: Fox tracks.
I haven't seen anyone up top since Sunday afternoon. It is a unique experience, as time fades in a different way when people are not around. I can not explain it. Despite the fact that the vast majority of folks who come up here are perfect strangers to me, there is still a vibe, something atmospheric that differs when nobody else is up here. I get lost in my head a bit easier. A chapter before lunchtime turns into an afternoon immersion interrupted only be the growling of my stomach and the realization that I am now half done with my new book. A short walk out to sunset turned into an hour wandering in the woods following fox tracks, wondering just where these wild animals sleep and how they survive the endless Smoky Mountain winter. I wonder if this is what hibernation feels like, an overpowering slowness so natural that it melts into happiness.
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