Poetry is made of the grandeur that is available to a man with no fortune but with somewhere to walk to and ears to hear and a mind to transport him. He may be defeated in love and finance and yet the night belongs to him, he feels entrusted with the stunning sky, the guardian of the houses on the street and all the people in them. So are poets, the angels and shepherds of the sleeping world. Garrison Keillor
It's a stunning, clear morning up top. The high yesterday reached 16 degrees. The overnight low got to a bitter 5 degrees. It was 6 degrees and clear at 7am observation. The mountain still has about 9 inches of snow, with deeper drifts along the trails. As of this posting, Highway 441 is closed. Check the Park Service's twitter feed for updated road status. Enjoy the snow world!
It is yet another day of changed landscape, with clear skies coming in overnight. I will miss the mystery of the fog, the way your headlamp fails to penetrate and leaves the veil of the unknown hanging in the air. Coupled with heavy snow and closed roads, the fog world whispers to us. It speaks slowly, reminding us about how little we really know.
The big views and sunshine bring a warmth, a familiarity, a comforting reassurance that yes, our world is still out there. For better or worse. The snow is encrusted to the spruces and firs like an old friend's hug. Sunshine triggers an innate happiness, distracting and distorting the fog world's lessons.
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