|View looking down to the valley|
When a fire burns a forest, people often call it sad. Those beautiful trees, they say. And it's true, this mountain will not look the same in the lifetimes of the people who lived here thirteen years ago. But nature seeks change. The forest will burn, or succumb to disease and insects, or become so choked with undergrowth that animals can't move through it. Nothing can stay the same.
This mountain is beautiful in a different way now. Without the thick forest, you can see into the valley and across to the white peaks in the national park. Wildflowers carpet the ridges. Little trees are coming back, reaching enthusiastically toward the sun. Even the dead trees are beautiful, standing in silent witness to the changing seasons.
|Flowers along the trail. The peak is in the distance, with snow visible near the top.|
|These steel poles are all that's left of a fire lookout that used to stand near the summit. There is another lookout on the peak across the way.|