Even with our dawdling, we break timber just before the peak of the long autumn sunset. Heron, Grouse, Bear, & Rising Moon come to give us their good blessings, and we know this is the answer of the mountain spirits. We set up camp again in the dark, now casting shadows in silver, and rest our tired bones.
Mt. Steel's unassuming southeast face watches over a ferny glen among the rocks.
Sunset light painted across Lacrosse Basin in Olympic National Park.
