Mt Washburn

The day we got pulled over by the rangers was the day we hiked up Mt Washburn. Linghan and I planned the trip, and just as we were leaving I met Luke in the carpark and so asked him along. I remember the pathetic car-less days of long ago when we had to wait for other people to take us places. The drive to Mt Washburn was absolutely stunning. We could see for miles and miles across meadows and hills and alot of burnt forest, which can be so tragically beautiful. On the hike up Mt Washburn, there were also burnt groves, which look like this:


Dead trees, most probably burnt in the huges forest fires of 1988, and then bleached white and dry by the sun again.

That's Linghan and Luke ahead of me on the trail. We were headed for the peak where a fire watchtower is stationed.


Mt Washburn's peak is the highest point in the area, which is why the watchtower is there. From the peak, whichever way you turn, you can see forever. That awesome sense of vastness cannot be captured on camera, especially not with my idiot-proof canon ixus 40 and shabby photographic skills.

That's the Yellowstone Canyon in the mid-ground.

This is... a bunch of peaks in the same mountain range.

Don't you also feel like running to the end of the path and jumping off the cliff?

Do you want to climb a mountain today too? Come find me in Yellowstone!