Chilly this morning. Clear after a rainy Tuesday and clearing out Weds. Iced-up dew on the little bridge. But the mountains still look bare. I'm looking that direction because my wife informs me my Christmas present will be a season pass lift ticket, something I've not had since my first kid was born. He's not going to be much of a skier but looking forward to taking the 5yo girl.
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Genesis 49:16-17
"Well, well!" said Holmes, impatiently. "A good cyclist does not need a high road. The moor is intersected with paths and the moon is at the full."