It’s been almost a year since I first hiked Spencer’s Butte. February 12th of 2011 to be exact. It was our first official date, a hike in pitch black with only the light of a single flashlight to guide us up so that we could watch the sun rise over the city. I’ve never been so happy to wake up at 5:30 AM – or more anxious.
We talked many times of going back to hike the Butte for a sunset & with the snowfall this weekend, we knew the right time had come. I packed us a small lunch, filled two travel mugs with chai rooibos tea, threw in a fleece blanket, and strapped on my new tripod. The drive up the hill made both of us giddy, though I know Jered’s excitement for the snow extended far beyond my own.
There is a wonderful silence that comes with a fresh blanket of snow. The trees are calm, the forest floor still. Any creature that resides within the mountainside stayed hidden away.
We made our way up the trail in good time, stopping in various spots along the way to take photos. But once we broke through the trees a whole new scene appeared. The sky thick with grey clouds, the rocks and plants covered with a fine dusting of white. There was nothing to see beyond the edges of the mountain. A slight wind from the west brought with it a surprise. Within ten minutes the clouds began to clear sections of the city below. The sky turned into a beautiful watercolor painting and the mountains in the distance peaked through.
At the top Spencer’s Butte eleven months and twenty-eight days ago I was blessed with the most beautiful morning my eyes have ever seen. And this evening I saw the second most beautiful sight. There is nothing in this life more wonderful than to gaze upon God’s creation.