Somewhere along highway 32
This is why we do this.
You can’t make it any further up the mountain ‘cause you’ve already climbed 4,500 feet on legs deader than logs; you’ve realized you missed your campground turn off (it’s probably not even open for the season); the rain’s already soaked you socks though helmet; your fingers are wrinkled and stinging; and the only way to go is to keep going up.
Well then the mountain opens its heart to you a little and it’s six miles down hill to the next campground and you’re honored with a view like this.
Don’t think we could have told you before but - this is why we do this.