I awoke, one morning, to a glorious sight. The fog had settled onto the floor of the Bitterroot Valley. My back yard was bathed in a fine mist and the sun was just beginning to rise above the eastern mountain range.
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
There is a way out of every dark mist, over a rainbow trail.
- Navajo Song
Early this morning as the sun was rising from the east, I looked out at the storm slowly approaching over St Mary's Peak located in the Bitterroot Mountains. As I was watching the storm and the lightening, I was lucky enough to see two rainbows form right before my eyes. It was an amazing experience.