what's broken can always be fixed, what's fixed will always be broken.

The forces of mountains are sublime and far-reaching; the ability to ride on the clouds is permeated by the mountains; and the ability to follow the wind is inevitably liberated by the mountains. Dogen

Morning y'all,

It's another gorgeous, relatively clear day up top. The high yesterday reached 46 degrees. The low was a warm 35 degrees. It was 38 degrees and clear at 7am observation. The mountain received no new precipitation. There is still some patchy snow left on the ground up top. I went down Rainbow and up Alum yesterday and the ice is getting a little better. I'd bet that with today's warm temperatures there will be almost no need for any sort of traction devices by this weekend. There was still one sheet on Alum that spelled certain discomfort for anyone in sneakers, but other than that both trails are easily passable.

Top photo & above: Great sky.

I've spent the better part of the last few days out enjoying the weather, moving moving moving. It felt like a relief to get back up to the lodge yesterday afternoon. I pulled out my favorite sleeping pad and tried to 'cultivate stillness', as my friend Adam would say. I went out to the mountain man cineplex to watch the evening sky show. The clouds were shading a bit, then lightened towards pink as the sun went down. The mountain air entered my lungs in big gulps of crispness and the wind was light. When you're out hiking all day, a little rest feels like a lot. When you do more, you need less. It's a graceful economy. All I needed was that sleeping pad, those clouds and the soft patch of earth beneath my head.