The problem of self-identity is not just a problem for the young. It is a problem all the time. Perhaps the problem. It should haunt old age, and when it no longer does it should tell you that you are dead. Norman Maclean
It is another beautiful clear morning above the clouds. The high yesterday reached 27 degrees. The overnight low was 17 degrees. It was 17 degrees at clear at 7am observation. There was plenty of cloud cover and no warm temperatures yesterday, so there is still a trace of snow remaining up top. The trails are still surprisingly slick considering it last rained 4 days ago, but plenty of the water flowing off the mountain refroze into dangerous ice. Wear spikes and be cautious! You're a long way from help out here...
Yesterday was one of the most peculiar days I've seen up here. The mountain had a bright grey sheen to it, with an inversion cap in the valley and grey skies all day. It almost felt as if there were two different skies. I could see the Cumberland Mountains off in the distance above the first sky, then things closed off and greyed up as I looked towards the sun. It felt like an Alaskan twilight, an ebbing brightness that always seems on the verge of opening back up, only to fade away yet again. Instead of letting it also cloud up my mind, I decided to head out and investigate, to see if I could find more light in different spots on the mountain. Solar hide and seek. Goethe's last words were 'more light'.
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