Snow Day Thoughts

The blessings and curses of winter walkabouts; vodka at the end of the trek and frost in the facial hair...

It has been lapsang souchong weather for the last week. Murky clouds have cloaked the Roof of the world and it has snowed at least an inch every day. During our last walkabout, my thermometer I keep on my pack read fifteen above-remember, no bad weather, just the wrong clothes. It was brisk when we'd stop, but we reached our destination. Both of us were spent, but we-meaning I-were breaking trail. Rare is it when two miles feels so long, but it was worth it in the end, if for no other reason than the downhill stride.

Since that walkabout, it's warmed up some. The ambient air temperature hovers near or slightly above that of frozen water. I question if this storm is not the first of the spring snows, given how the texture has morphed from fluffy powder to paste at times. There's a bit more slush on the roadways. Greasy, as I recall it once described.

Big, fat flakes fall slowly and softly. Having finished a late breakfast, I work on my last cup of tea before getting ready. Yes, we're going walking. Off to the canyon, because the avalanche danger is high, thus making Backcountry travel ill-advised, and neither of us feel the need to get out on the Road with the other idiots. That's the nice thing about having so many trailheads close to home, it's the nice thing about living where others come vacation; just stepping out the door holds the potential for an adventure.