Mist Rising from Diablo Lake
Sometimes in my wanderings I find myself passing through a place at the perfect time, when the lighting and conditions are so perfect, that I have to stop and try to capture the moment as best as possible. In July of 2015, on my way to the Rainy Pass trailhead to pick up a small section of the Pacific Crest Trail, I passed over the bridge along the small spur of Diablo Lake in North Cascades National Park, just as the sun was cresting the mountains to the east, creating a thin layer of fog that hung over the lake in an eerily beautiful haze.
It’s one of the great things about being next to a lake in the early morning hours of summer, as the cool waters evaporate in the warmth of the morning sun, and the fog starts to over the waters. It reminds me of morning walks in upstate New York as a kid, exploring the small nature preserve in the woods behind my house, listening to the morning songbirds trill in the trees, and the beavers slap their tails in the ponds along the boardwalk. I can’t think of a more peaceful, idyllic setting, and though these moments are fleeting, and don’t happen often, I relish them any time I get the chance to experience them.