Light of Sneffels +

We pulled our trailer deep into the San Juan Mountains, finding a secluded meadow surrounded by towering pines and rugged peaks. The air was crisp, infused with the scent of autumn. Settling in for a week, we embraced the serenity of the landscape, our camp nestled among the vibrant yellow and reds of fall.

Every morning greeted us with a breathtaking display of light. The rising sun painted the mountains in hues of gold and amber, casting a warm glow over the meadow. Each moment felt precious as shadows danced across the terrain, revealing the ever-changing beauty of nature.

Just a short walk from our camp lay a tranquil pond, reflecting the grandeur of the mountains. Its surface mirrored the sky flawlessly, a perfect tapestry of blues and whites. In the stillness of the early morning, I stood at the water's edge near a beaver lodge, captivated by the harmony between the land and its reflection. The interplay of light and shadow, color and form, reminded me of nature's artistry.

As the days unfolded, we took hikes into the surrounding wilderness, but that serene meadow, with its enchanting lake, remained a cherished sanctuary. Each evening, as stars emerged in the vast night sky, I felt a deep sense of connection to this breathtaking corner of the world. Our time in the San Juans became a refuge, a poignant reminder of the beauty found in nature’s embrace.