A warm Fall afternoon, high up in the Rocky Mountains. Elk rest in the shade of the aspen across the valley as the rut begins. It's silent except for the squawk of a distant crow and the sound of the warm breeze pushing up the hill, through the pines. The fluffy, white clouds float by in an endless procession. The moment is timeless yet fleeting.
Many afternoons, I have sat basking in the glory of Longs Peak. Since I was a kid, the valley through which Colorado Hwy 7 makes its way from Allen's Park to Estes Park has been a favorite spot of mine. To rest on the West facing slopes in the afternoon, absorbing the warmth of the sun and enjoying the grandeur of Longs Peak, Colorado's most beloved 14,000' peak, is as near to Heaven as one can get on earth I think. It is a great place to contemplate life and regain perspective as we are just a speck in time on this mighty rock.
A warm Fall afternoon, high up in the Rocky Mountains. Elk rest in the shade of the aspen across the valley as the rut begins. It's silent except for the squawk of a distant crow and the sound of the warm breeze pushing up the hill, through the pines. The fluffy, white clouds float by in an endless procession. The moment is timeless yet fleeting.
Many afternoons, I have sat basking in the glory of Longs Peak. Since I was a kid, the valley through which Colorado Hwy 7 makes its way from Allen's Park to Estes Park has been a favorite spot of mine. To rest on the West facing slopes in the afternoon, absorbing the warmth of the sun and enjoying the grandeur of Longs Peak, Colorado's most beloved 14,000' peak, is as near to Heaven as one can get on earth I think. It is a great place to contemplate life and regain perspective as we are just a speck in time on this mighty rock.