Sometimes, you just happen to be in the right place at the right time. Yesterday, I had every intention of going fishing. I gathered my gear, put on four layers of clothing, and headed out to my boat around 4 p.m. When I reached the lagoon where the boat is moored, I found that the tide hadn't come in far enough to be able to escape the lagoon. I didn't have time to wait, with the sun nearing the horizon, so I went for a walk instead. I passed by this lone tree, growing on what Jenni and I call Bonsai Rock, just in time to see the mist rising from the snow and the mountains glowing behind it. Being there at that moment was well worth missing a fishing trip.
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