There is pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,

By the deep Sea, and music in its roar;

I love not Man the less, but Nature more.

Lord Byron

I find joy in the loneliness. All that lies behind are my footprints,

and nothing lies ahead. I choose my own path, I make my own way.

Snowshoed up to Webster Pass on Friday. Didn't encounter a single person

from the time I left the parking lot outside of Montezuma at 10:30 until 2:30 when I wound my way back into town.

Beautiful day despite the lack of sunshine.

Ended up in the spectacular cirque above the Webster Pass/Radical Hill junction.

Just me and my camera...