Well, it's raining, and tonight we're scheduled to trudge up the trail and across the mesa to the Bluebell Shelter, followed by a tromp back down the road to dinner. Foraging is always the topic of conversation on the way down; on the way up it's the weather, work, and weirdness. Usually in that order.
Of course if it's terribly muddy we could skip the trail and do the road instead.
9:57p
The rain turned to snow, lasted just long enough to dust the fields, and then stopped. The Hump proceeded in approximately 40° weather, no winds, and just a trace of light precip.
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