I never get tired of the blue sky

I woke up at day break and it was cold. My fingers felt numb and I could see the patches of ice on the ground shimmering in the sun. I definately did not pack for temperatures in the mid 40's but that is what it feels like 7000 feet above sea level at sunrise. Dress in layers, I rub my hands together, and I tried to think about how it was 80 degrees on the way up here yesterday afternoon. My bberry, gps, and all the other clutter in my pockets just doesn't work up here and that was the start of something. I wanted to see this place when everything was still and fresh and arriving in the late afternoon the day before did not afford me this opportunity. I had a good dinner at the lodge, returned to the cabin and studied the map. I don't just want to see it. I hope to feel this place and melt into it -if only for a few quiet moments. The Klamath Indians denied the existence of this place for a long time and as I sat perched above trying to be perfectly still on the ledge in the early morning hours - I understood why. Apart from a few birds and noise that is my existence, I heard the silence and it wasn't cold anymore.