I did a three-day, two-night backpack trip in the North Cascades last week, and the 22-mile round trip outing humbled me -- not because the hike was too difficult for me (it wasn’t,) or because I did not make good photographs (I came away with a number of images I like very much.)
I was humbled, rather, because I was in the kind of environment that made me feel small and insignificant. It was BIG country that I visited, with towering, cathedral-like peaks, and deep, heavily forested valleys. There were spectacularly beautiful larch trees, too, their needles brilliant yellow and gold in Fall color. At every turn in the trail, every time I crested a rise or dropped into a lake basin, there was something visually stunning.
I spent three days, often speechless, sometimes babbling to myself like a crazy person: “Wow. Wow. Wow.”
