It had been an exciting but grueling adventure. We had traveled from the Hamma Hamma River cross country to the Skokomish River then down into the Duckabush River Valleys. There we waited out a three day storm; then left via a high traversing trail above the Quinault Valley en-route to Anderson Pass and the Dosewallips Valley. The sun was warm. The air was cool. And fast moving clouds decorated a deep blue sky. I had come this way seven years before in the rain and fog, seeing little. So, I was relishing this day. But the trip was about over and my film supply was low. When the trail dropped slightly into the upper basin of White Creek I could not believe my eyes. The scene was stunning. And I had but one sheet of film! I spent the next hour looking for the right spot and the right moment to record a scene that, for me, has come to epitomize the essence of the Olympic high country.