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It's raining when we arrive here, the rain becomes heavy and the wind is blowing, throwing the rain against my face, hands, body (and camera). We have only a short time here and it's cold, so pointing the camera I hope to make some image that will convey all that and the inexpressible awesomeness of what appears to one here. The mountain and the valley and the trees sit quietly, serenely through all the storm and drama—perhaps smiling a bit at the small creatures running up and down the rim looking out at them. A moment to remember . . .