I haven’t forgotten about the sustainability series, but as so often happens with my writing other projects have gotten in the way. I promise the next installment within two weeks.
On Marys Peak this evening, a riot of cloud. Too much moisture in the air and all is in fog. Too little and all is clear air. Just the right amount – temperatures a degree or so above the dew point – and every mountain, every eddy, every twist and turn of the air creates condensation. Clouds hugging the hills. Clouds drifting over mountaintops and down the other side. Clouds bubbling up over the distant ocean. Clouds above. Clouds below. And in between, the sun, moving almost imperceptibly northward as the pendulum begins to swing toward summer. I love this mountain.