Second Half

We've passed over the continental divide twice on this trip, once going from west to east and now going east to west. Crossing the divide is like being in a twilight of the witching hour. The first time the clouds were covering the peaks of all the mountains around and the rain was pouring. This time, the clouds covered the mountains right above the tree lines.

The peaks seemed to just break out of the tops of the clouds. But, it was still mystic.

And the most beautiful sites still were around every corner, from waterfalls that sprayed you with mist

to islands in a very wide river that the train followed the entire way of 400 miles.

This trip though signified the beginning of the end, the end of the magic and mystery provided by so many sensational feasts for the eyes. I don't exactly know if the journey across life's contintental divide is as beautiful as the second half of this trip, but if so, it will have been worth living.