Anxious last night. I had my day's excursion all planned out and couldn't wait to begin. Overcast all night. I had hoped to see stars but no such luck. Morning came gray and chilly and I no longer wanted to rise. I slept in until what felt like very late, then made tea and was off.
I followed my ridge to shore according to my plan. I found it to be only 300 yards distance and easy to find so my return was clear. At shoreline I scouted for water sources. Some of the melted bits were treacherous to access. Have to be careful, falling in during this weather could prove deadly. I followed the shore to my Slope of Good Hope getting wet as I lay in snow to take pictures of miniature ice caves. I hope these pics turn out, the cyan shadows in the depths were awesome (note: in the pix below I had to alter the light levels and contrast to do these images justice.)
Back to the slope and I found my socks. Rest a bit, munch some G.O.R.P., drink some filtered lake water. Nice. Overcast day changes the tone, I'm feeling calmed today, humbled. I explore a bit more, further north than I first camp but soon turn back. Across the lake I can see storms brewing. Gusts of wind on my side alternate rapidly between chilly to mysteriously warm. Tornado weather?
Filter more water then back up to the ridge to camp. I can't tell what time it is, the sun is obscured by overcast sky. Exploring the opposite side of the ridge proves disappointing. Back to camp and I'm exhausted. Hunker down for a bit and maybe make some dinner in a while. The wind has kicked up something fierce.
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