To those who are coming to CICO, I can tell you the skies are shocking blue, with a few fluffy cumulous clouds. The breeze wonderful, and the air perfumed with pine. I honestly didn't remember the fragrance last year -- but it is intoxicating.
I walked over to A loop, which was open, but there was no snower, and no one was there, of course --- it was unrecognizable. The shelter of yore is gone, and the feeling of "ok, now where is my spot?" vanished since they've built 'pads' -- hopefully the rock getes tamped down -- it would be tough on the tootsies to walk there.
The loop we're in is filling up -- the chatter and banter from sites around me remind me of my childhood standing around the back fence talking to our neighbors about who knows what --- things that weren't important in any way, except that the conversations cemented the participants in a community. This is what camping is about.
I set up in a more central spot this year. I'm on the road behind the treeline just north of the showers. Its so much quieter and relaxing not having the endless serenade of pickups and cars transporting people to and fro.
Next to me is Tour931, and there is a spot just to my east. Power might be the only problem since the power pole is already taking my 50 foot cord to plug in. Of course, it really ins't needed -- the temperature is spot on perfect, eliminating the need for AC and heated blankets.