Mount Zion, Olympic National Forest. Mom & Bobby sharing sourdough toast. view of Mount Baker from the tent.
as the morning settled in, the clouds shifted. Daphne awoke as if she had never exerted a muscle in her life, i prayed for quiet, another french press & the ability to take with me the clarity i was absorbing.
7 am & graced with impeccable views. from every direction we could see, Port Townsend, Whidbey Island, the San Juans, Seattle, Bellingham, Canadian Cascades.......
Mount Zion. a beautifully short, dense and steep trail to the summit of 4,274 ft. elongated by snowy forest roads, we parked 3 miles away from the trail head, amongst shot gun shells and "donuts"...and made the trip a little longer. whilst making dinner the alpenglow was stirring as well.