A Foggy Day in the Absaroka Mountains

As we drove higher, the temperatures got lower, and the fog became thicker. We weren't expecting to be in the middle of so many dead and burnt trees. Normally we would have been a little bummed, but the black skeletons of trees were very fitting for the foggy surroundings. Once the kids fell asleep on our backs, we hiked along in eerie silence. The air held perfectly still, and the smell of wet leaves and fallen pine needles was so strong, I wanted to find a way to bottle it up and take it home. It was the perfect last hike to a perfect week at the ending of a very imperfect month in Montana.














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