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Summer Storms
Evening storms rolled through Big Cottonwood Canyon, draping Storm Mountain in heavy clouds. Just as the day seemed ready to fade to gray, the sky opened. I watched as the last light of sunset poured in, igniting the clouds with deep purple, orange, and soft blues. The rugged quartzite walls glowed, the air felt fresh and cool, and for a few minutes, the whole canyon felt caught between the storm and the calm, painted in nature’s own colors.
Summer Storms
Evening storms rolled through Big Cottonwood Canyon, draping Storm Mountain in heavy clouds. Just as the day seemed ready to fade to gray, the sky opened. I watched as the last light of sunset poured in, igniting the clouds with deep purple, orange, and soft blues. The rugged quartzite walls glowed, the air felt fresh and cool, and for a few minutes, the whole canyon felt caught between the storm and the calm, painted in nature’s own colors.