Mt. Rainier and Lake Tipsoo Clearing Fog
The fog was as thick as soup when I started hiking into the pre-dawn darkness. My headlamp doing more harm than good, so I turn it off. Quietly waiting for my eyes to adjust, the sounds were excruciatingly absent, as only my breathing broke the silence. I eventually continued onward, by feel, into the shroud of nothingness. Slowly making my way to the spot I scouted the night before on the edge of this very popular lake in Mount Rainier National Park.
The view that laid out in front of me was such an interesting and mysterious view, it was as close to a dream that I've ever experienced. I felt suspended in a beautiful moment in nature, in a world not here or there. Or anywhere. Just within the fog of time. It was not the morning I’d hoped for, but I knew instantly it was one that I’ve never knew I’ve always wanted. And one I knew I would never forget. So, I stayed in the foggy darkness and waited patiently as the clouds mimicked ocean waves, as the fog would role in heavy and practically disappear just as fast. Only for another fog wave to follow in its stead. And eventually the late morning light broke through slightly and brought a little clarity, creating an almost minimalistic, monochromatic artistic look and feel to this majestic scene.