This morning was cloudy with a cool wind blowing. I made a trip with two others to scatter some of Jim's ashes in the Supes. The winds will finish the job of helping Jim explore every inch of those mountains. We stopped for rootbeers and Pepsi on the way back to the house. I expect he'll be laughing at my wanderings as I turn the wrong way or pass by the right place. RIP Jim.
Good to hear George! Not only is he probably laughing, but he now knows all the secrets there are to know about those mountains. I'm sure I'll think of him the next time I go hiking out there.