Wordless Wednesday
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Gretchen Staebler
I am a Pacific Northwest native transplanted to the southeast for 36 years. In 2012, I returned to my childhood home and fell in love with this corner of the country again. I am a grandmother, a storywriter, a teacher, an attention payer, a hiker, and a back roads wanderer. Check out my website (and my memoir) at www.gretchenstaebler.com. View all posts by Gretchen Staebler
Writing Down the Story 
No words for how much I love that you were on the trail at sunrise. Perfection * I’m imagining the meadows were stunning in that light.
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I left home at 4:30, then had to wait. Truth be told, the color wasn’t stunning until the sun got straight overhead mid-day. And there weren’t enough clouds for sky color. Still, I loved being there before the sun.
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I think I’ve been there just once for actual sunrise and would agree it is not as impressive as the mountain’s opposite side. But there is something in that soft glow of morning. The hush that rests over those meadows until the birds and critters begin their chatter. It is unlike anything else and I’m so happy to know you got that *
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