Walked the old ridge again, it felt different

Took the south spur up today, the one I could do with my eyes shut. Same scree, same wind notch, same view at the top — but I kept stopping to check the ground under me like I'd never seen it. Familiarity is a habit you have to re-earn, I guess. Anyway, the snowmelt's carved a new line through the gully; worth a look before the season's traffic starts.