Took off into the fog this morning. It was grey. Lisa and I were determined to break through into the blue. It was sturdy going. Fresh snow in the mountains with ice underneath the tires.
We stopped for breakfast above the old mine. Watched the mist clear enough to let the sun through. I kept looking to the treetops. Which ones got the light first. Later, Lisa and I watched the sun go down at 3:22. It is the shortest day, but any day you can watch the sun come up and go down is a good day indeed.