A wonderful week out of the office and in the mountains, bouldering with friends. Not much about the trip was restful (except for one rest day...and rest day means crepe day...and that's always a beautiful thing). We usually woke around 5 every morning to beat the rain, and it was always worth it. The amount of beauty your brain takes in always beats lack of sleep (or tired calves because you're from the Midwest, and it's just plain flat in Oklahoma). Even the not so perfect weather made for some really great shots. Half of the time in the park, it felt as though you were at the edge of the Black Lake, outside of Hogwarts. You were so sure that in just a few moments a dementor would come rolling in along with the moody fog (in our case, a yellow poncho clad tourist upset with her husband).
Everytime I go to Colorado, I wonder if the mountains would lose their sense of awe if you lived there. Would your brain still intensely study them as the fog burns off and they become clearer and clearer in the mornings? Does the scent of pine and "cold" on an early morning trail as you hike in stay vivid? Would you keep getting a crick in your neck from gaping too long at the stars in the evenings? I don't know from personal experience, but they're pretty powerful.
