The high was 44. The low was 33. Not even freezing in January! I give up trying to understand this weather. It was 40 and raining at observation. The mountain received .72 inches of rain, most of it overnight. The trails will be flowing like rivers, so be prepared to get wet.
In spite of the numbers, it was a pleasant day on LeConte. The early morning held the promise to burn off the previous days clouds. I was treated to my own private showing of these mystical specters flying up from the valley and over Myrtle Point. I'd be surprised to hear that Tolkien didn't watch a similar showing and then write inspiredly of the Nazgul's impalpable grace. Strong storms hit us overnight and continue to rattle the windows of my cabin. It's amazing how vulnerable you can feel in such an idyllic place.