The Plummer’s Hollow road is still icy, so it’s a walk-up Saturday. I’m trudging the two mile ascent to my powerline sit spot through all three twilights, trying to time it so I catch the first ‘seeps.’ Looks like it’s going to be a tight one—as I turn left from the hollow onto an old charcoal haul road to the top of Laurel Ridge, I can see that for once, we are going to have an actual January sunrise, which means early calls.
The One Nice Day
The One Nice Day
The One Nice Day
The Plummer’s Hollow road is still icy, so it’s a walk-up Saturday. I’m trudging the two mile ascent to my powerline sit spot through all three twilights, trying to time it so I catch the first ‘seeps.’ Looks like it’s going to be a tight one—as I turn left from the hollow onto an old charcoal haul road to the top of Laurel Ridge, I can see that for once, we are going to have an actual January sunrise, which means early calls.