― John Muir
Luckily, there are plenty of mountains around here with stories to tell.
This is one of the local hiking areas at the end of June this year:
Summer is short here, barely time for the snow to melt off the trails and it is falling again. I drove up the road to the trailhead, feeling apprehensive as I encountered snow and ice on the way. At the last minute I decided to forego the basin for the 7000 foot peak, hoping that the open ridge above treeline might have melted off more.
This was the right choice as the snow was knee deep in the basin.
I passed all the other people on the trail and climbed up to the ridge.
The summit was cold but bathed in sunshine.
The people in this picture said I was "brave" to be up there by myself. I'm not really sure what they meant by that. I doubt they would have said the same thing to a man hiking alone. Their dogs were nice though, so I took some pictures for them.
|Here I am with my brave, bad self.|
When you travel in the mountains alone you can really listen to their stories. You can hear what it is they want you to know.