I’ve had dreams about visiting this place. I’ve only heard stories, seen pictures. When I saw a one day weather window, I jumped at the chance and packed my car. A half cooked plan turned into four days of blue skies and a much needed sabbatical. Sleep became amusing with all I could experience around me. Pictured is mid-morning sunrise on Mt. Stanton, a moment reminiscent of crisp air and chills whose kisses floated down the spine.