She walks alone against the dusky sky, With something of the manner of a queen-- Her gesturing peaks, imperious and high; Her snowy brow, serene. Under her feet, a tapestry of pine; Veiling her marble figure, purple haze, Draped with a scarf of clouds at timber-line, In a billowy silken maze. And in the moonlight a spangled necklace shakes And shimmers silver-blue upon her shoulders-- A fragile thread of crinkling brooks and lakes In the glimmering ice and boulders.
I have not been to this area yet. It looks like it would be a place I would want to see. Nature has a special way of holding is. This picture and the words below bring Her into her full majesty and yet to fully grasp it we need to experience it live. Just the same, this is quite a picture to begin the day with.