Walk away quietly in any direction and taste the freedom of the mountaineer. Camp out among the grasses and gentians of glacial meadows, in craggy garden nooks full of nature's darlings. Climb the mountains and get their good tidings, Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you and the storms their energy, while cares will drop off like autumn leaves. As age comes on, one source of enjoyment after another is closed, but nature's sources never fail.
John Muir (1838 - 1914)
Morning Glories on a country road along the way to Old Rag.
Old Rag about fifteen miles away.
Old Rag about three miles away.
Fall berries.
Berry clusters of a Flowering Dogwood
Last weeks giant blowdown has already been fixed. Great work by the trail maintenance team.
Looking back at first false summit from near the cave.
Some leaves have changed but not many. (5 to 10 percent)
The ravens were cavorting in the gusty breezes near the summit.
The view from PATC aka Skyline Wall.
Sunset from the slab above Byrds Nest Shelter.
Last weeks giant blowdown has already been fixed. Great work by the trail maintenance team.
Looking back at first false summit from near the cave.
Some leaves have changed but not many. (5 to 10 percent)
The ravens were cavorting in the gusty breezes near the summit.
The view from PATC aka Skyline Wall.
Sunset from the slab above Byrds Nest Shelter.
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