Reach Out and Touch a Cloud

I climbed a mountain today.

It wasn’t the first time I climbed a mountain, but it was the most euphoric.

It started off as a gorgeous day in paradise.  I was on the trail by 7:30 am.  Two hours later it was sprinkling.  I had studied the weather.  It wasn’t supposed to do that.  I looked at the clouds; looked at the sky.  I decided that there was no chance of lightning.  The clouds weren’t tall enough.  I wasn’t stopping.  By the time I reached the top of the mountain, it was sunny again with white fluffy clouds. Perfect.

It was on the way down the euphoria set in.  I wished I could have shared it, but finally decided that this was a personal euphoria that couldn’t be shared.  If someone else had been with me, I probably wouldn’t have experienced it.

Here are the photos from the hike.  Click for the larger versions.