I'm on a new adventure, this time through the Pacific Northwest, then up to Alaska. I'm camped in Olympic National Park, right on a roaring white water river. The view is amazing.

In this park lies Hurricane Ridge, a subalpine zone overlooking the jagged, glacier-laden peaks of the Olympic Mountains. I've been longing to return here to hike. In June, snow still lingered on many of the hiking trails that leave from this gorgeous spot.

I decided on the Summit Trail. Many clouds filled the valleys below me, sometimes making it seem like I stood on the edge of the earth.

A snowshoe hare munched on some greenery and then darted across a snowfield. The sun set behind the mountains, creating alpenglow, that amazing rose-colored light, which bathed the mountains in the east.