Recently I shared a sunset picture I captured on camera that made me weak in the knees. This picture has the same ability but on a totally different level. The sunset I watched from a leisure place in the distance. When I took this picture I was up close and personal with a storm front that quickly came up the Mountain to kick my ass.
I took the picture with the same thought process that a person who is about die scribbles a quick farewell letter. I figured if I didn’t live, the lucky soul who found me frozen to death could flip through my camera and say, “Oh, oh I see. Poor girl got taken down by one of them blizzard fronts that look like black fire sneaking up the side of a mountain to snuff you out.”
In case anyone is wondering. I was elk hunting and had been dropped off topside with the intention of hiking down to a much lower rendezvous point. The theory is good and when I left the sanctuary of the truck the skies were blue and cloudy. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say Nature waited until I was a good mile down the mountain before she whipped up her special blend of twisted humor.
I lived, but it was definetly one of those days I couldn’t ignore the thought.
You know the one.
It chants ”Really wish I was fly fishing right now.” Over and over……..