Tonight’s prematurely snowy night in the mountains brings me back to my last night backpacking under the (smoky) washington sky. we got to the ranger station a half hour before it opened and were already number ten in line for permit choice, when our number was called we knew that our chances for our desired campsites were nil. instead as michael scoured the map of the north cascades i asked the ranger for his recommendation. he smiled and not only spilled his favourite campsite in the national park but also a sunset vista that took more than a little but of bushwalking and route finding to obtain. we reached this lookout as the sky began to light up, first a vibrant orange and red and then fading into a soft purple as the sun slipped below the horizon and the moon lit up. this was one of the rare occasions in which the route down was harder than up and our friendship was tested on a few occasions, we made it back to the campsite under the light of the moon and an older couple staying next to us expressed their concern for our late return as they wished us a goodnight. when i think back to all of the things i have been able to experience this summer it’s nights like this that can’t help but to bring me right back, back to the fleeting moments curled up in my sleeping bag reflecting on the day before falling into the kind of deep sleep you only find on cool summer evenings.
📷 - @michaelmatti
Getting more and more accomplished on the van every day. this process has been a good lesson in patience. all i want to do is hit the road right now, lol! anyways, thanks for all the birthday wishes this weekend friends. 😃🎂🍻
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