sometimes i wonder if the world's so small, can we ever get away from the sprawl?

Everything in nature invites us constantly to be what we are. We are often like rivers: careless and forceful, timid and dangerous, lucid and muddied, eddying, gleaming, still. Lovers, farmers, and artists have one thing in common, at least - a fear of "dry spells," dormant periods in which we do no blooming, internal droughts only the waters of imagination and psychic release can civilize. All such matters are delicate of course. But a good irrigator knows this: too little water brings on the weeds while too much degrades the soil the way too much easy money can triviliaze a person's initiative. In his journal, Thoreau wrote, "A man's life should be as fresh as a river. It should be the same channel but a new water every instant." Gretel Ehrlich

Morning y'all,

It's a beautiful, clear morning up top. The high yesterday reached 28 degrees. The overnight low was 8 degrees. It was 24 degrees and clear at 7am observation. The mountain received no new precipitation yesterday, but the onslaught of sun melted 2 inches of snow. There is now about 8 inches left up top. The trails are still rather deep, so if you intend to summit, bring wool socks, gaiters, boots, snow pants and a positive attitude! Enjoy!

I saw as many sets of human tracks (1) as I saw wild bobcat tracks (1) as I finished beautiful how-have-I-not-read-this-yet books (1) as I saw beautific pure orange sunsets (1) as I saw perfectly full snow moons (1). The list will go on as long as I will and I'll never be satisfied.