|A stormy afternoon on Elk Ridge|
It’s another stormy afternoon as Bergen Peak looms over a lush meadow of tall grass. A fantastically-shaped, red pine is a picturesque sentry marking the beginning of a grueling uphill climb.
Halfway there and a patch of rugged vegetation sways wildly in the midst of a midsummer squall. Up at the top of the ridge, a setting sun strains to spread it’s last rays through a murky atmosphere.
During the trek back down, a spiraling spruce writhes towards the sky like a van Gogh painting come to life. Upon return to the bottom lands as the storm drifts away, a last bit of golden light sweeps triumphantly across the grateful land.
|Bergen Peak looms over a lush meadow|
|A picturesque sentry|
|A patch of rugged vegetation|
|A murky atmosphere|
|Like a van Gogh painting|
|Golden light sweeps across the land|