The first time that I went out to Cranny Crow Overlook, on my way back, I took the wrong turn on Millers Rock Trail – and did not know it until I reached the end of the mountain. —I thought that only happened in movies and extreme sports 😉
I’m glad for that wrong turn, however. Sure, I didn’t get off of the trails until well after dark, but I saw some amazing sights. Like the one at the left.
That is the only view that I can recall ever making me sigh and bringing tears to my eyes. What a beautiful sight. And, coincidentally, it is the last view before the trail takes a loop and doubles back on itself in a last ditch effort to keep going.
The whole day of shooting and, especially, that final shot, has changed my perspective entirely. Now, without intent, everything I see is a potential photograph.
