Logging our miles

Vertical ones, of course; some days turn out to be uninspired, but still worthwhile. Lots of easy lead routes, a handful of harder problems, and one that spit me off, letting me know it wasn't a good time to try a challenge. It's the blasted cold wet atmosphere, gumming things up. Heavy air. Winter storm warnings in the Cascade Mountains, and one pass was closed. The fawn lilies are nowhere near opening, and daffodils seem to be making a desperate statement.