Sunday

           The trip is almost over.  Tomorrow, weather permitting, I move out of my little plateau and into a closer camp.  I like to make my last day out as easy as possible, just in case.  The sun and the clouds are still wrestling for control over my destiny and I hope for the sun to gain supremacy.

          I always have mixed feelings about coming out.  The carefree serenity and introspection this time allows are precious but fleeting moments, an illusionary flash that lasts only as long as my time away.

          The day has been pretty.  the barometric pressure continues to climb.