…you never know what you’re gunna get.
It all depends on the season, the foliage, the weather, the clouds, the wind, the time of day, the light. It is always different.
Yesterday, as the storm started to clear, I didn’t get the views of a snow-covered Continental Divide I was hoping for. Still, it was a joy and a challenge to photograph my usual friendly landmarks on the peak, dressed as they were in yet another set of unique costumes.
Here is a quick tour of a few of my key photo op stops. If you have ever been up there, you will surely recognize these scenes.
The baby aspen grove on the way up:
Looking back down the trail, the big, proud, “Lone Pine” up on the right slope:
The burned and scarred “Patriarch of Sugarloaf”, standing guard on the upper mountain:
The “Fraternal Twins” snags up on the left, one of which resembles a goalpost:
The Burn, on the north slope, a nest of spiked pinnacles:
The small grove of low trees hanging on by their rooted toenails on the windswept summit:
The slowly shrinking summit stump:
