After the sunset it was clear that things couldn't get any better. The air was still, the temperature comfortable, and the trail seemed to stretch off into the greatest hiking I'd thus far come across. Then the full moon began to rise. It got better.


Morning brought a playful celebration of the new day.


Dare to be different.


Coming over Woody Pass I noticed that this melting snowpatch bore a fascinating resemblance to the shape of the north and south american continents. Well, allowing that someone has taken a big bite out of South America.


Forest. Fire.
Simply spectacular. I am fresh out of any way to emphasize the aesthetic impact of these places. Better go find a thesaurus.