Ah, November. 'Tis the season for midterms and papers, for sleet and grey skies. As the erstwhile poet, Thomas Hood, once said,
Yes, there may be none of those things, but there still is Cabin and Trail. The mountains are just coming under their first falls of snow, and it's beautiful up there—so escape for a bit.
Also, it's warm in Robinson basement, so that's a plus too.
9:00 pm, as ever