
A little over a week ago, I took an impromptu hike up to the Granite Tors to check snow conditions—hoping the full loop might be more hikeable soon. There was less snow than I expected, but still plenty of postholing near the top of the western loop. My plan was just a short three-hour out-and-back.
It was the light that kept me going further.
When I first arrived, there was a storm to the east, and I could hear thunder in the distance. It was hard to tell exactly which way it was moving, as it didn’t seem like it was really moving. Snow was visible up high, but it looked patchier than I’ve typically encountered this time of the year.
To the west and south, the weather looked perfect, and golden evening light had already started to take hold.


Rock Creek had a new (to me) beaver lodge and dam system. The old lodge was defunct several years ago (I don’t really remember when it last seemed active). This one was not there last June, which was the last time I hiked the trail.

The start of the climb went surprisingly fast, despite some lingering soreness from a half marathon the night before. I hadn’t planned on running that far, but the momentum took over. My legs felt fine the next day, just a bit weaker—mostly noticeable when I stood up after sitting. Along the way, I spotted several spruce grouse darting across the trail.
Soon, the views opened up—light sweeping across the valley and hills below. I managed to avoid snow for most of the way, until about halfway up the last steep section.
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The sun hovered low over the northern horizon as a storm rebuilt to the west. But the light kept improving, and I kept climbing.


Then the rainbow appeared to the southeast—intensifying, fading, and reappearing as a double rainbow.

It was at this point that the rain to the south was getting heavier, and I realized the direction of the sunlight relative to the Tors. Still half a mile from the top and the nearest viewpoint, I started running. The postholing was quite deep at times. Luckily, most of the way there were footprints to follow in. It’s still difficult walking, but with fewer surprises. My shins hit talus a few times, which is not my preference.



It didn’t last long before the rain moved on. I was way past the time I said I would turn around, but since I was already most of the way there, I continued to the Tors. The landscape turned golden as the sunlight filtered in from behind clouds to the north.




The descent was relatively quick—about an hour and a half. I stopped again at the beaver pond just after midnight because the light was still striking, with the sun now behind the hills. I’m so happy I decided to make this trip, and very thankful to a good friend for convincing me to get out and take pictures again. If you want to see more, the full gallery from the evening is here: May 24, 2025.




