Along the trail, brightly colored flowers and unusual plants made it feel like we were hiking in a faraway land.
The terrain had taken on an otherworldly glow. Pink clouds dappled the purple sky.
Neon blue dragonflies flitted from one trailing vine to the next. It felt like we were in a jungle stream, somewhere in South America.
We collapsed into our seats, every muscle feeling it. It had been an incredible, an almost impossible, a totally uniquely beautiful day.
The sky was the crispest shade of cerulean, with cirrus clouds spattered around like white paint on a blue canvas. The mountain rock was stark and chalky in some places, like cut clay. In others, piles of sandy stones gathered to form sharp peaks.