Hiking Through the Seasons

Why time often gets away from us, and how we can slow the speed at which it slips through our fingers.

Beneath the Valley Floor

“Whoa, look at that.” I pointed out the car window, as if it were even possible to miss what lay ahead of us.

From the top of the mountain pass, we should have been able to see all the way down to the bottom of the glacial basin — even in the blue, pre-dawn light. Instead, thick fog formed a solid floor that obscured the winding r…