I love the clear blue sky above the mountain. What a great day to be in Maybird. I was there last Saturday (01/20/2007) and the day started sunny, partly coudy. By the time I snowshoed up into the top of the gulch under the Pfeifferhorn, visability had dropped significantly--so much that I never saw the mountain again that day, or the ridges that surround the gulch on three sides. It was eerie and clausterphobic, but very atmospheric and enjoyable.
"May your trails be crooked,winding,lonesome,dangerous,leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds. May your rivers flow without end, meandering through pastoral valleys tinkling with bells,past temples and castles and poet's towers into a dark primeval forest where tigers belch and monkey's howl,through miasmal and mysterious swamps and down into a desert of red rock,blue mesas,domes and pinnacles and grottos of endless stone, and down again into a deep vast ancient unknown chasm where bars of sunlight blaze on profiled cliffs, where deer walk across the white sand beaches,where storms come and go as lightning clangs upon the high crags, where something strange and more beautiful and more full of wonder than your deepest dreams waits for you- beyond the next turning of the canyon walls."