Although the trail would have been crowded earlier than when we began, we had a pleasant walk to the top, enjoyed a few cracks with many of the sailors upon reaching the summit and ran down soon thereafter to avoid the returning crowd. It was satisfying that none of the young women and men could catch us, sea legs and all.
Once again, the clouds filling the valleys, what appeared to stretch from east of Poway to the Pacific, were memorable. Frankly, the scenes over this past few weeks have been without equal. I, for one, am mesmerized by the thick, bright white with a hint of blue, clouds. Add the sun's rays reflecting off the solid layer once it (sun) rises, colors changing continuously and the addition of shadows and various shades, all go to create additional beauty. A daily miracle.
Our friend, Sean Bradford, appreciates some very fine scenery as he stands above the clouds.
Good old sunrise never ceases to amaze, particularly the effect of the sun on the surroundings and of course, the clouds.
The 'strip', usually blue, this time orange, is another favorite.
On the western side, shadows and shades.
"A bubbling volcano of clouds'
Submarine surfaces in Poway. "Boy, did we take a wrong turn or perhaps that's where the sailors 'parked their boat'."
(Picture taken 2 weeks previously from Woodson, that blog still to be published.)
Cheers,
Jenni and Jeffrey
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