Tonight, me and Marcy hit the trails, zigzagging up to Mount Sentinel. As we’re coming back, we duck into what I like to call Midtown Gulch, squeezed between Mount Sentinel’s big twin peaks.
The climb up was all sunshine and good vibes, but then the wind decided to join the party, getting all up in my business and probably giving my shoulder a frostbite badge. The view? Pure magic. The Rattlesnake Wilderness mountains were showing off their new snow coats, looking all majestic under the evening sun. That light turned everything crazy beautiful, like the mountains and sky were competing to see who could look more stunning. Down below, the lands were basking in gold, and just as the sun decided to call it a day, the sky went all dramatic on us with pinks and reds. Seriously, this place is why my heart’s stuck here.
Heading down, the deer decided to crash our party. Ran into four whole herds of them. They were checking us out just as much as we were admiring them, even watched Marcy and me racing each other like a couple of kids. And the adventure didn’t stop there; almost home, and bam, there’s a deer just chilling, walking through town like he owns the place. Turned out to be a hefty four-year-old buck, smart enough to dodge this year’s hunters.
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