Note
Long run up at Happy Jack, clocking in at just under three hours, at a pace that can be best described as leisurely. Windy, but not bad windy, and quite mild (50s), so very pleasant out despite the wind. I saw one freshly blown down tree across a trail, but otherwise I didn't come across any new scenes of destruction. Probably I just ran in the wrong place.
Winter came roaring back into the area at 9:53 pm. I know, because I was in the kitchen preparing an exceptionally delicious pre-winter lemon pie, and I got it done just in time because I heard extra wind noise outside and, looking out the window, I witnessed the first blasts of snow arriving on gale force winds--and checked my watch to precisely time the event. In the space of a mere few minutes, everything outside went to white. Dang. Now I might even have to wax some skis.