Day 154: The projected lowering of the snow level did not occur today as planned, and instead the precipitation came down as a hard rain at Longmire, dissolving icicles and turning sidewalks into trenches filled with slush. A brief late afternoon lull permitted me a fifteen-minute ramble around the Trail of the Shadows and the sight of Eagle Peak piercing a low ceiling of cloud. It is the season of melt here now, skunk cabbage and devil's club waiting for the snow to recede before putting up buds, but today the only green was a few brave shoots of meadow grass at the edges of the water.
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