It was a rainy Sunday afternoon (anybody else feel like that sounds like the beginnings of a ghost story?) and it was fall, so climbing season was about to be stomped on by some winter snow. I was out in the LCC trying to get my last doses of pebble wrestling in before that happened.
I drove up the canyon and parked when the vibe felt right (it vibed at about a quarter mile up), got out of the car, threw on the GorTex ProShell, grabbed the pack and headed for Up. I was having a blast trudging up the side of the mountain hitting trees to see how much water could fall on me and still come out perfectly dry, I love my GorTex. Ok so that fun only lasted for so long... Halfway up the side of the mountain I start seeing some good boulders, a few the size of houses. In fact there's a boulder up there where you can fit an entire house under the overhang of the boulder. I would not want to be in the way of that thing as it came down. The next few hours are a blur of color and euphoria as I display my rock ninja skills for all the wildlife to see (more like laugh) so I can't really tell you what happened. But somewhere in all that scrambling I managed to capture this beauty. Good times!
