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Descending into the lower desert

It was darned cold when Becca and I headed out this morning (24 F).  Unfortunately, the "cold" Dr. K has been battling the past week-and-a-half has finally been passed along to me.  Yesterday I had no voice.  Today I was able to croak out a "hello" to JC and Shaque when we ran into them on the trail.  I've been taking DayQuil and NyQuil for the past few days, but I don't know if they're doing any good.  I should be taking QuillQuil--after all, I am a writer. 

Despite the early-morning cold somebody is hot-air ballooning

Coming down

Sunny but cold