The Beartooth Mountains have always been inspiring, whether as a call to adventure, or the spark to create. This trip was both.
From the top of the pass, the fog I had been driving through morphed into clouds in the valley. The clouds moved in and out of the valley like ocean waves, covering the tower below and then exposing it again.
The clouds gave the landscape a feeling of constant motion. Each moment, the scene would change revealing some new surprise.