It was her birthday, and of course she wore a tiara...
Though it was brisk, the sun was shining. Light flakes began to fall halfway up the trail. It would be later in the day that the sky would ice over with clouds and the snow would fall steadily. At one point during the night, we were afforded the the tiniest glimpse of the stars, glittering like diamonds against velvet.
It was three of us, but there was food, wine, and conversation. Though cold outside, the fire kept us warm. We slept well.
The thermometer read negative eight that morning. The finest ice crystals, like will-o-the-wisp, wafted through the alpine atmosphere. Lower down, there was fog, of which the sun tenaciously burned through, gifting us the slightest of rainbows.
Two of us would be heading back down, life calling us from this Backcountry respite. The other would stay another day. We had our one day of camaraderie. An adventure, and, a set of memories more precious than rubies or glass beads.
Love the tiara...!! And the photos are just beautiful. What a great birthday adventure... ;D
ReplyDeleteNow, don't go encouraging her ;p.
DeleteIt was a lot of fun. We talk about doing one of these huts in the summer too perhaps. The one thing that's a given is we're going to try and stay for more than a day next time.