Avalanche warnings to mountain hikers in the northeast – which presumes we weren’t already struck dead by falling tree limbs in the 50-75MPH gusts of the last 24 hours. Or bled to death by the brutally shredding ice-crusts.
Gilly and I surveyed the damage close by:
Then later, because he was pleading, I bundled us up for a real walk.
We made about a half mile before he started crying, then turned tail and made a beeline back up the mountain toward home, pausing only to make sure I was still behind him and hadn’t been flattened by a falling tree.
The windchill is unspeakable, and the wind itself apparently beyond even Gilly’s brave soul.
You’re welcome any time now.