Mt. Evans
Standing on a massive rock, I overlooked an array of majestic, snow capped mountains. Aspens covered the area like quills on a porcupine. The horizon was replaced with a jagged line of rocky peaks that surrounded us on all sides. I could see for what seemed like hundreds of miles in each direction. Below me, the side of the mountain was covered in a layer of different sized rocks, that ranged from the size of a pea to the size of a house. Further on, over hills upon hills, valleys swirled with shades of green, blue, brown with pops of purple and yellow. Almost as if Van Gogh stroked and smudged the open area into another one of his million dollar masterpieces. Near the bottom, a small path zig-zagged back and forth across the side
Standing on a massive rock, I overlooked an array of majestic, snow capped mountains. Aspens covered the area like quills on a porcupine. The horizon was replaced with a jagged line of rocky peaks that surrounded us on all sides. I could see for what seemed like hundreds of miles in each direction. Below me, the side of the mountain was covered in a layer of different sized rocks, that ranged from the size of a pea to the size of a house. Further on, over hills upon hills, valleys swirled with shades of green, blue, brown with pops of purple and yellow. Almost as if Van Gogh stroked and smudged the open area into another one of his million dollar masterpieces. Near the bottom, a small path zig-zagged back and forth across the side