This was my view, hiking up Bonanza last Saturday. It looks a little like my thumb was covering half of the lens on my smartphone cam, but no, that’s the fog line, and that’s often what it’s like when you hike the last stretch of Bonanza. There’s a big altitude gain in a short period of time, and at the top you can get socked in. Sometimes it’s surreal because in more than one instance when I finally get to the peak, the fog lifts and I suddenly have a spectacular view.
Today, no such sense of divine intervention, which is okay, because fog gives things a different look, and with it a different form of appreciation. Like the ghostly way in which the ruins of the Bonanza Mine appear.
The fog also brings certain things into sharp relief that you’d otherwise not focus on. Instead of sensory overload, with all the grand and epic views, you see funky rock formations that you’d typically look past.
Paradoxically, our limitations can be surprisingly expansive. They set our attention on the intrigue of things too easily overlooked.