Highpoint #19 Mt. Sunflower, 4,039 feet (28th highest) June 30, 2012 ”The sun, an hour above the horizon, is poised like a bloody egg upon a crest of thunderheads; the light has turned copper: in the eye portentous, in the nose sulphurous, smelling of lightning.” --William Faulkner, As I Lay Dying I’d been … [Read more...]