Cathedral Spires is an area where I could camp for days on end, if it were permissible.
Yet, there was something of grandeur lying ahead for me, on Sunday afternoon, July 21: The summit of Black Elk Peak.
The columbine were there to send me forward.
As I ascended, the views of the surrounding Black Hills region underscored the uplifting air.
While the haze was a small bit of a damper, one can look beyond it and be glad for such as this.
The summit was now just a stone’s throw away, once past this little “tunnel”.
Upon reaching the summit, I found several rather hazy views, but there was also this:
courtesy of this:
It was a beautiful day, in the hawks’ neighbourhood.
Next: Playtime at the summit and someone’s harrowing descent