Both in my demeanor and the demeanor of the world around me today has been one of the most turbulent on the trail. The morning’s mellow weather quickly deteriorated into violent wind and storm clouds, corresponding with the steep terrain. I left my friends behind at the roadside Trail Magic, resisting temptation and costly delays. However, I wandered through the foggy oblivion in solitude today with a clear mind.
On top of the ridgeline I was bombarded by turbulent wind and gusts of rain, and veiled from the worldly dense clouds of fog. But there is something even more awesome in seeing the opaque infinity than the real views themselves. What we see is pleasant, but what we cannot see touches far more than our eyes alone.
I braved the rain for a final six miles, pushing past Jerry Cabin Shelter where POW and TLC were safely encamped. I enjoyed a peaceful evening and dinner with only the calm company of Gloworm and Viewfinder—a most tranquil end to the violent day. But just as I was extinguishing the candles, Fish, furniture and Dog stumbled in along with their horrific odors, upsetting the 9pm peace!
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