The rain poured down heavily behind me to the West as I left Cotati for Sugarloaf Ridge. All I wanted was to return to my campsite and curl up in my sleeping bag so that I could get toasty and listen to the rain fall. But as I approached the park, I realized that it hadn't rained there at all. It was as dry as when I'd left in the morning.
But the light was that pre-storm glow that I like so much, the sort that reaches out to caress and hug the landscape, and draw out a luminance that isn't otherwise visible. As I began my ascent towards the park some rocks along the creek bed to my right caught my attention.
I parked my car, unpacked my 4X5, and walked to the spot I'd seen moments earlier. As is nearly always the case, the initial scene that grabbed my attention wasn't the most interesting photograph, and I found a fallen tree and roots that were more exciting. Then I walked along the creek and found the rock formation above. The scene seemed like it was from far away, and for a moment I felt I was transported to another land.