sidehilling in rain gear. Vermont Dome in background |
-A white-crowned sparrow nest with 5 blue-brown speckled eggs.
-A random metal pail in the brush. Not sure where it came from.
-A rainbow building its way up out of the river valley opposite us.
-A big hunk of quartzite, perfectly cleaved and translucent.
My legs are aching when we reach the summit of Vermont dome, but it is well worth the view. In every direction are snow capped, enormous craggy peaks. Below these peaks are smaller mountains, artfully sculpted and carved by glaciers long ago. Then far below those are the rivers, braiding their way through the landscape, still carving and shaping it today. I don't know where to look because it is all so amazing. We have dinner and watch the sun come out from behind the clouds to illuminate the mountain ridges. In the saddle of the mountain we set up the tent and fall asleep under the midnight sun.
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