I’d like to get Bedtime Stories to editing by the end of November, but I’ve got nothing as to plot. A couple snippets of jokes are running through my head, but they don’t go anywhere.
It’s time to do Barr Trail again, perhaps a few miles past the camp. Perhaps Bottomless pit.
Too much snow in the Pit. Even the trailhead was deep.
When hiking, weather determines whether you can make the route on guts and will if necessary, or if just need to turn back. Thunderstorms are as deadly to mountaineers as pilots, and my instructors were fond of saying, ‘No one can out fly a thunderstorm.’ You can run, but you can’t fight. Same in the hills on foot.
Anyway, did an easy 14 up and back.