The weather has been erratic the past month and the weather service has been less tan stellar in its predictions. One moment the light is perfect, you find some lovely early blooming wildflowers and then darkness begins to creep into your shots. Another minute passes and you realize it is time to get off the mountain. Black clouds begin to cover the once luminous morning sky. Then in the distance a rumble to let you know hiking should become more like a jog to get below the tree line and home.
Love to ALL!