Whoever said "a picture says a thousand words" doesn't know Isabella Bird and the senses she evokes. I can see the sunset and smell the trembling ozone. Writing is a great art. Sometimes, it needs to be said.MindyWoo wrote:Long's Peak......by sunlight or moonlight its splintered grey crest is the one object which unfailingly arrests the eyes. From it come all storms of snow and wind, and the forked lightenings play around its head like a glory. The thunder becomes its voice, and the lightenings do it homage. Other summits blush under the morning kiss of the sun and turn pale the next moment; but it detains the first sunlight and holds it round its head for an hour at least, till it please to change from rosy red, to deep blue; and the sunset, as if spell-bound, lingers latest on its crest. - Isabella Bird, 1873
I've seen those peaks from far away, but never so close. They look a thousand miles away, like mountains in Alaska or other reaches of the great white north. The pic inspires me to makes airline reservations for a faraway place when in fact I don't need to travel far at all. It's practically in our own backyard. I've seen them only from across the way but someday I'll travel deeper into the Gorge and see those peaks up close. Might even scramble to the top. Nice work Kane.Kane wrote:Sunrise from the perfect Blue Lake. Name those mountains!