Climbed Mount Douglas this afternoon. Snow is mostly melted even up at the top. View was…beyond description. A 360 degree panorama — from the Malahat to the mainland mountains, sweeping south across the border (with San Juan Island in the foreground), past majestic Mount Baker — an active volcano, I remind myself — then beyond the northern Cascades and down towards Seattle. Could see Mount Everett to the east of the Olympic mountains, which were floating above a fluffy bed of low clouds coming in through the Juan de Fuca Strait. Looked like the home of the gods. The sun was setting and partly obscured by clouds, and there was a crisp wintry chill, coloring the whole thing a mix of reds, yellows, greys and blues. It didn’t feel lush and green up there at all today, but it was powerful…Really powerful.
Rain and warming here in the next few days. Waiting for the glorious greens to return.
