The mountains are now but a memory. Pastel threads of pink, sage, blue and lavender, entwine into a tapestry of majestic proportions. Each bend in the road produces a more awesome treat to behold.
The morning sunrise casts long shadows to the west. The bright light of noon releases some of the mountain’s mysteries, and the mist orchestrated by the sunset once again shrouds the landscape in a blanket of wonders, only to be titillated by the soft glow of the moon on the crest, each a testament to the touch of God.