I drifted evermore on an ocean of white. I had finally reached the plateau of my existence. I'd been grasping at naught but air for much of a time, and now here I finally reside. I'm still faced with the suggestion to search for even greater lengths, and as I float endlessly, my raft's sail turns to tatters and it's mast continuously breaks. I've plummeted from these skies now more than once, but I always find myself back in the same spot I am now. For there's something to be said about following your dreams, so onward I'll pursue whatever my fate deems. ⠀
This year will be big. I can't wait to see what it has in store for us! :) Tag a friend!! ☟
Caption ☞ @thewordjoiner
A hastily shot picture of the eroded remnants of a much larger volcano, taken at sunrise from my campsite. City lights glowing in the background. The winds were so strong, water, ice and snow were getting ripped off the cornice and into the air.
It was hard to sleep overnight. Unforecasted strong winds intensified throughout the night. I gained quite a bit of trust in my tent, but at 4 AM the winds had it on the verge of collapse. It was time to go. I snapped off a handful of shots of the sunrise before packing up and descending on the hard, early morning snow. Glad I brought my crampons. I fell a couple times on the way down and at some point broke my trekking pole in half. Descents like these make the parking lot a beautiful sight.