On our recent backpacking trip into the Sierra Nevada Mountains we stopped at our favorite dinner location along the way. A nice quiet spot in the Alabama Hills looking up at the beautiful crags of Mt. Whitney, the tallest peak in the lower 48 states. When the sun started to set we were in for a breathtaking surprise of insanely beautiful color. Awestruck.
The winds this day were gusting at something like 60-70mph at the water’s surface, causing mist to peel off and swirl high into the air. As you can imagine, the most powerful gusts were headed right towards where I stood on the small bridge separating the lake from the creek. Waves smashed against the rocks and I was nearly certain some unfortunate tree would break under the unrelenting force. It was a beautiful and humbling time to be here, at one of my favorite places.