Tuesday, June 10, 2014

Mount Scott

I realize that to many people calling Mt Scott a mountain sounds a little silly, but to us flat landers Mt Scott is a special treat. I still remember digging my fingers into the back of the front seat as Dad drove up it the first time. I have been up dozens of times since and every time is a thrill.

I love the wind blown cedars on the top. I used to love jumping from rock to rock as I took photographs, but now I am limited to the roadways when I would much rather be out closer to the textures, having better views of the distant scenery. But so is life.

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