Nothingness

During a three day backpacking trip I arose each morning for sunrise. Each morning, dense fog stuck around for hours. This morning, our third morning, as the sun burned through the fog, a faint glow reflected off Logging Lake. The sun finally making an appearance and it was more beautiful than the previous two mornings. In its own-right. The glow this was giving, the weird copper look on the water surface, the simplicity of the scene, I was in love with it. Watching this was a wonderful sight. I had been awake for the previous two hours waiting for this moment and it came much later then expected. I planned a backpacking trip into the Logging Lake area of Glacier National Park, though it wasn't where I desired to go, my sister came to town and we went to the National Park permit office and this was the best choice available. And so I got the permit for three people; myself, Lexi (my sister), and Elena (my longterm girlfriend). We packed up the following morning, left our house in Whitefish, drove to West Glacier and made our way to the Logging Lake Trailhead. We hiked into the interior of the West side of Glacier National Park. Our first day was 5 miles to the first campsite: Foot Logging Lake, we made our camp, hung up our food, and relaxed. We passed a few hikers, chatted for 20 minutes and they were heading out of the area, back to their homes in Flathead Valley. Sunset came early and we made dinner, I photographed around the lake shore, finding spots to see the nearby mountains for sunrise then we slept. Day two: we packed up and hiked to the Logging Lake Head: as pictured. This day was amazing. Seeing fresh bear-scat, walking through droves of colorful leaves, as this was done in Late September. We arrived at camp and hiked all around the area, after setting up our tents and hanging our food of course.