The winter of 2017 in the Pacific Northwest.
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Day Eighty One #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld
Icicles on the tent this morning. The freezing level has dropped. And we have no way of knowing for how long. Thankfully there is no snow on the ground, just ice where any water had collected.
All were glad to see the sun later, especially Rufus and Clarissa. My guess is that all the ice will be gone before long. So we decided to wait and give it a chance.
Lyle let me wander about without constant supervision, or what seemed to me to be strict scrutiny.
Finally, our patience was rewarded, a check of the path showed it again passable.
It is now looking the better part of wisdom to take the pass as the summit above remains white.
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