Rugged ridges cutting through the sky. Towering peaks cloaked in ancient ice and snow. As the first rays of the sun begin to tease the horizon, the mountain awakens.
This is the culmination of a long-held dream of mine. Seeing Mt Aspiring bathed in the dawn's first light fills me with a profound sense of wonder and deep, quiet joy.
It all begins in the quiet hours before daybreak, as the blue hour stillness sets the stage for an unforgettable journey. The world below fades away.
Thank you for indulging.
