Every morning starts with the zip of a tent.
Thank you, Michael G, of North Cascades fame, for stocking me with some invaluable honey!
View from where I grabbed a bite of early morning breakfast...a hand ful of blueberries. Delicious blueberries!
What did I tell you? Good thing I checked her out last night.
The High Divide was also known for its numerous lakes along the trek. Seven in total if memory serves me.
All you need to survive can be found in this valley. Dream land.
You don't always need the bright days. Sometimes a little haze makes the mornings more calm and beautiful
The occasional scramble up a mountain never hurt anyone...welllllll....
Some conveniently placed boulders serve well as steps up the mountains.
Around the Bend
My path keeps me forward. Not a bad idea to follow it. No need to trailblaze here.
The rain this mountain top must see would beat down the toughest of stones. Hang in there buddy.
My ridgeline would often be obscured by whats right in front of me. I'd never know which way my path would take me usually until the last minute.
Playing peek-a-book with Mount Olympus
I'd buy it all. Though this land cannot be owned.
Sometimes you just need a heavy stone to lean your back against.
I'm over here and Olympus is over there. With a big ol' ravine in the way.