The promise of clear weather on the mountain today lured us out of bed at 2:30 am. All day Wednesday I was giddy like a school girl waiting to see her crush.
I did my test shots at ISO 12,800. It was pitch black and I really had no idea where the mountain was in relation to where I was standing.
The ball of light in the middle of the mountain just appeared for a few minutes and then disappeared just as quickly. The sun should have been rising on the right side of the mountain and the lights on the left side once again just appeared and then disappeared.
Thinking that the last exposure was to dark, I changed my position and beefed up my ISO to 800. At this point, I was hoping that the layer of fog was passing through. It was still pitch black and I couldn’t see a bloody thing, including my hands. When we left Salem the temps were in the mid-forties. 3500 ft higher in elevation and they were still in the mid-forties, but as the fog rolled in, they were beginning to drop.
I desperately need suggestions for gloves. My hands were the only part of my body that got almost too cold to function.
This was the last time I saw the mountain this morning. It was one hour before sunrise, she played peek-a-boo one last time and disappeared into the fog.
To get to Trillium Lake you drive down into a valley about 500 ft. When we left, the mountain was still socked in and when we climbed out, she was clear as a bell.
She’s teasing me. She knows I want that reflecting sunrise image so bad I can taste it.
I guess the real question is, “How many trips up the mountain will it take to get the image that lives in my head?”