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Dec. 21st, a.m. As I started out, temperatures bumped around in the low 20s. A ragged ceiling of waxy yellow clouds sometimes let through bright sunlight. Mostly, though, the cloud cover took the polish off the snow. An unexpectedly cold breeze chilled the denim of my jeans and cut through my gloves, making my hands ache. I pulled the overlong sleeves of my parka’s polar fleece liner over my gloves to better protect my hands. Continue reading “Field Notes #9: How I celebrated winter solstice”
Wilderness Interface Zone 