“Art washes from the Soul the Dust of Everyday Life” – Pablo Picasso
Unsettled skies brushed the darkness as I crested the rim trail. The aching in my lungs and legs begins to recede as I cautiously make my way across the rocks and roots of trees, my headlamp steadily focused just in front of my next steps. Soon I arrive at a special spit of rock providing the expansive view I visualized. The abrupt drop-off is masked in near darkness so I cautiously gather my gear together and assure all is proper and clean. I begin my wait as nautical twilight slowly gathers strength.