And to think, the rain almost kept me home.
Reluctant to abandon my Hanging Rock plans, I'd invited my favourite beast into the car despite the ugly weather. The hike was wet and muggy...but a few hours later, at trail's end, I was rewarded in spades.
The usual scene--a dramatic overlook of the valley below--was replaced by utter stillness, solitude, and an impenetrable grey wall of fog.
I dropped to all fours beside my half-wolf, and we drank together from a large puddle in the stone as I gazed in awe upon the End of the World.