Mastodawn

Hiding the Snowbones

I woke to a fresh cover of snow and a wall of fog. One lifted the spirits, the other did its level best to flatten them. Ten minutes after leaving the house and starting the climb up Roseberry, the sky had a change of heart and slowly thinned to an azure blue. The temperature inversion gave up the fight, retreating into a thick band of white cloud that slid t ...