In eight hikes over the month spread between Mount Woodson and Iron Mountain, all at sunrise, on only one occasion were the valleys devoid of clouds. This particular region, for reasons unknown to us, is one of the finest when the clouds form below mountaintops and allow the sun to join the party. It becomes a dawn filled with frolicking, shades, shadows, colors, shapes, reflections and fulfilled human observers. Truth be told, if one makes the effort to reach the top at the early hour then one is more than an observer—perhaps it's not unreasonable to classify such person as a participant.
The photographs below are from a hike on Mount Woodson.
(Next postings from Greece, soon.)
Mountain peak comes up for air.
Waiting for the sun to clear the mountains.
A Poway Peninsula. Iron mountain takes a rear seat for a while.
'Good morning sunshine.'
To the north-west, 'beached-whales'.
Sun breaks through and begins the 'melting process'.
Only the sun can bring the best out of a boulder.
Before sunrise, clouds cover Highway 67, making visibility poor.
The protruding wisp of cloud is a regular phenomenon of this region.
The sun makes its magic below.
Cheers,
Jenni and Jeffrey
A little more cloud, a lot more uplifting.
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