Feeling the heavy pressure of hitting my quarterly publishing quota on this blog, I conjured up an excuse to visit
Hex Mountain via snowshoes on the darkest day of the year. Owen was kind enough to join me.
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| A view of Lake Cle Elum |
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| At the summit of Hex Mountain |
Turns out that shortest day of the year translates to longest night in the tent. After enduring roughly 15 hours of cold, dark togetherness in cramped quarters, we heartily welcomed the dawn and the chance to retrace our steps through the winter wonderland.
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