All backcountry skiers eventually reach a point where their local stash begins to feel small. Driving up to the mountain pass, they often peer into the distance at a wicked couloir or hear rumors about this epic 40-degree 3000 ft open bowl that is just over that ridge…
I often find myself in this situation and recently, with clear skies and relatively warm temps, the views across Puget Sound and into the Olympic Mountains have been luring me in. I haven’t read much about this relatively hard-to-reach wilderness mecca, which there may be good reason for. The other morning though, as I awoke to yet another clear day in Seattle, I shot this Olympic mountain photograph, the rising sun following a sinking full moon.
Below is a small portion of the original Olympic mountains panoramic photograph, which can viewed HERE
Sunrise over the Olympic Mountains, Olympic National Park
Today I drove up Big Cottonwood Canyon, outside Salt Lake City. Talk about dreaming big…oye.
