|Bergen Peak is a cold mountain|
It’s a frigid morning in Evergreen, Colorado and Bergen Peak forms a dark backdrop, brooding over a lonely meadow. A strange ambiance engulfs the landscape as morning light struggles to leak through the dense atmosphere.
Plastered with a coating of fresh snow, the pine trees are glittering white against the windswept grassland. After the frigid sunrise, lemon-colored clouds swirl ominously across the northern sky.
Ascending the icy slopes is a cautious endeavor achieved during the morning’s daybreak silence. The perilous trail leads seductively into a wonderfully crystallized forest.
I have great reverence for the harsh wilderness and I mostly enjoy being out in the thick of this dour season but today I can’t stop shivering as I gaze quietly upon that cold mountain.
|A frigid morning in Evergreen|
|Brooding over a lonely meadow|
|A strange ambiance engulfs the landscape|
|The pine trees are glittering white|
|Yellow clouds swirl ominously|
|A crystallized forest|
|Great reverence for a harsh wilderness|
|A cold mountain|