These criminally short winter days have me going back through springtime photos, reminding myself that conditions will inevitably improve.
This shot is from an early season trip to the Enchantments where I felt like I was trapped in a tanning bed.
Afterwards I wrote the description below as an attempt to capture the feeling of that day. ~
Blindingly bright sky reflected in blindingly bright snow. The sun cooks the rocks apart and they tumble across the talus, landing with a splash in melting dirty snow.
Skin’s starting to look like rawhide. I guess this is why every male mountaineer past 50 is balding. Time for more sunblock. Smear it on real thick.
What the hell. This is absurd. I’m nearly at 8300’ and it must be 80 degrees. I need to get out of here. I’ve never heard of someone being turned off a mountain due to heat, but here I am. I just want to go put my feet in Icicle Creek. I quit. ~