You who complain that I am cold find Nature cold. To me she is warm. My heat is latent to you. Fire itself is cold to whatever is not of a nature to be warmed by it. A cool wind is warmer to a feverish man than the air of a furnace. That I am cold means that I am of another nature. Thoreau
Morning y'all,
It is a gloomy morning up top. The high yesterday reached 37 degrees. The low was 24 degrees, recorded early yesterday morning. It is currently 33 degrees and mostly cloudy. The mountain received no new precipitation and a good bit of the snow melted yesterday afternoon. There is still patchy snow and some ice remaining up top. Be sure to pack some sort of traction devices if you intend to summit!
The cloud is all pervading right now, the world I know hidden behind a veil of ever changing moisture. I love strolling around camp in conditions like this... it always evokes such poignancy. On beautiful, clear days the world is big, you feel small with your thoughts inconsequential and feelings trivial. The contrast of these mysterious fog laden days with those big forever summer days is fitting today, one of the shortest of the year. With not as much distance and scale to feel out there, we are forced to dwell in our minds, where are emotions take on a special resonance without clear sunny grandeur to distract as one meanders. Just another gift from the mountain.
It is a gloomy morning up top. The high yesterday reached 37 degrees. The low was 24 degrees, recorded early yesterday morning. It is currently 33 degrees and mostly cloudy. The mountain received no new precipitation and a good bit of the snow melted yesterday afternoon. There is still patchy snow and some ice remaining up top. Be sure to pack some sort of traction devices if you intend to summit!
The cloud is all pervading right now, the world I know hidden behind a veil of ever changing moisture. I love strolling around camp in conditions like this... it always evokes such poignancy. On beautiful, clear days the world is big, you feel small with your thoughts inconsequential and feelings trivial. The contrast of these mysterious fog laden days with those big forever summer days is fitting today, one of the shortest of the year. With not as much distance and scale to feel out there, we are forced to dwell in our minds, where are emotions take on a special resonance without clear sunny grandeur to distract as one meanders. Just another gift from the mountain.
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