(I've finally had some time to work on my image backlog. this is another from the summer... looking across the valley and up towards black bear pass... shot while on the way up Red Mnt 3. south of Ouray, Co.)
you look all around you and the entire world stretches out forever but seems as if it is still just right at your finger tips. a glance transports you and your thoughts over the horizon. One is never more completely removed from, yet a part of the world..... of course it could just be the oxygen deprivation.
Colorado... a Spanish word for Red, It's kind of easy to see how this was decided upon as a place name. this is near sunset, looking down on Red Mnts. #1 & #2 as seen from the summit of, the rather imaginatively named, Red Mnt. #3. the road (I use the term loosely) you see is Corkscrew Pass, the first pass of the morning.
"The stunning red, maroon, orange, and yellow colors of the Red Mountains are primarily due to past hydrothermal alteration of these rocks. Hydrothermal alteration is literally the process of "hot water" circulation through the strata that changes the mineral composition of the original rocks. Hydrothermal fluids commonly contain significant concentrations of metals and sulfur. Hydrothermally altered rocks can contain significant amounts of disseminated sulfide minerals, primarily pyrite (iron sulfide). This process happened within and surrounding the Silverton caldera. Subsequent erosion of the strata exposes the pyrite to oxidation, and as the iron combines with oxygen it turns the rock various colors evident in the Red Mountains. "
"This" would be some more of the hills of my youth...Lake Carlton, nestled in the San Boise Mountains. the surrounding hills are covered in trails and caves... they also once served as hideouts for outlaws... the most notable being Jesse James and Belle Star. there is even a cave known as Robbers Cave another one called, the devil's slide. lol, I loved coming here as a kid.
it was a very cold morning, not a breath of wind stirring... sort of a silent cacophony of reflections.
Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world's great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops.
― Norman Maclean, A River Runs Through It and Other Stories
this is somewhere off the trail to Blue Lakes in the Mnt Sneffels Wilderness area.
near the summit of red mnt. #1 looking down and across to red mnt. #2 and #3. south of Ouray, Colorado. what goes up must come down I suppose. this is from around 12,300 ft. or so. I love how even here on this desolate looking slope you see the tiniest little purple flowers holding on.