Mist and cold rain through much of the day. The kind of day when you stick pretty close to base camp. No snow or ice, for now. Won’t be long.

One of the Christmas ornaments that my parents picked up in West Germany in the mid-50s.

The leering Santa, I think of it. Some ornaments are distinctive enough that you remember from decades past when you see them again. Such as this Santa, which I happened across a few years ago at my mother’s house in San Antonio.