Pulling off the road into the dirt to park, all I could hear was the crunch and pops of the ice breaking under my tires. As I stepped out and almost slipped on a frozen puddle that I managed not to shatter, my next step was met with more crackle and crunching as I walked on the frozen dirt and rock to this spot.
Frozen Borst Lake, crisp sub 20 degree air and a sunrise behind Mt. Si
Who needs another state when you've got this kind of view on the Skykomish River?
