Saturday could hardly have been better; I spent the day on my bike putting miles behind me, surrounded by snowy mountains. To be perfectly honest, I was surprised just how nice it was. This is the time of year to see the mountains.
When I was younger, I used to go up toward Steven’s Pass pretty often. At some point, and I’m not sure exactly when, I stopped coming here, preferring other ways into the high country. Last fall, at the end of the season, for the first time in (5 or more?) years, I drove up US 2, with my bike, and rode from Skykomish to Steven’s Pass and back. And then this…
For most of the ride, I felt like I’d never seen any of this before in my life. This was strange, because I could remember last year’s trip, and even the micro-climates on the way in … but I couldn’t connect that with the places I found myself cycling in. Of course this made the ride that much more exciting! Then, suddenly, I rounded a bend and had a powerful sense of having been here before.
I remembered having stopped my car at this same place, in the photo above, setting up a tripod, walking around and taking in the scenery … but very little of the lay of the land before or after this little place. Mind you, the nearby town of Skykomish wasn’t gone from my memory, but most of the open road was. I guess, from a car, it wasn’t so memorable.