Stories from the Switchbacks
One sunrise, frost dusted the meadow while aspens chimed gold. We paused as a bull elk bugled across the valley, echoing between peaks. Our footsteps softened, hearts steadied, and the trail felt sacred, shared.
Stories from the Switchbacks
Sea mist crept inland, lacing boardwalk planks with glittering droplets. Red maples burned through the fog like lanterns, guiding quiet hikers past mossy stones. Every step felt like discovering a secret page turning itself.