On a solo hike this fall I enjoyed a sunset from the West Peak of Tumbledown Mountain. It was a warm autumn day with clear skies and vibrant leaves on the trees. Sometimes going outdoors means going it alone.
Solo hiking is such a wonderful time to connect in a different way. My senses are all awake and taking in the details of the day.
I remember hiking past a mother and her college-age daughter. As they reached the pond in between peaks I could hear them laughing. The big belly, tears rolling down your face kind of laughing. It made me smile too. Laughter is contagious!
After soaking in the sun at the pond, I slowly watched as the final group of hikers began their return trip to reach the parking lot by dark.
I had different plans. I hoisted up my pack and headed in the opposite direction from the hikers. As the sun crept quickly toward sunset I kept on climbing toward the westernmost peak. It is not a wide open space, so I quickly found a location where I could see the series of peaks in the distance. I found a spot to set up my camera on a tripod just a little ways off the end on a rock just big enough for me to stand on with bushes surrounding me.
Then I stood still eyes glued to the west. As the sun sank down toward the horizon the sky turned an intensely stunning reddish-magenta.
I remember how quiet it was. Just me, the mountain, and the setting sun. #OptOutside