A Bomb Cyclone hit the U.S. Friday night, with temperatures dropping faster than cryptocurrency shares.
I hope Santa has heated seats on his sleigh tonight.
Visit #1401, Saturday 24 December 22, 12:35-3:10PM, 3.4 miles, 23.8lbs. of litter.
Temps in the low teens, sunny with light to moderate wind.
Early morning temps were in the single digits. Heck with early out the door; I waited until noon to squeeze all the heat out of the sun that I could manage.
But to tell the truth, once in the woods and on the trails, there was a wind break and conditions improved.
I spent my second consecutive week on the slopes below Castle Craig, cleaning up litter tossed over the wall. I am pleased to announce I completed both sides of the trail, a first for me.
Yeah, it's that steep.
Along the way I found Season of the Missing Glove 2022/23, entries #2 and #3.
The high winds of the Bomb Cyclone brought down hundreds of small branches, and a couple trees as well.
I was able to snap off enough branches to make it passable underneath.
There were more. I shall return in the near future with my chainsaw on a Power Tool Weekend® and clean things up.
Merry Christmas!
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