It was another soggy day, but sometimes the rain reveals things the sun cannot.
It was a cloudy and cool hike up to Benson Pass, and the rain held off for the most part.
It started to sprinkle atop the pass and I met the most cheerful ranger yet.
The fog cast a mystical shroud upon the already magical landscape.
And I spent part of the afternoon daydreaming about friends and places back home.
I noticed snow upon some peaks we passed.
On days such as this, it helps to count one's blessings.