July, 2015. I woke up earlier than the sun and jumped in the car. Looking out the window as I drove I noticed it was very overcast and very dark.
Not even one star in the sky. I almost turned around to get back to bed. I'm glad I didn't.
The parking lot was deserted (obviously). I piled on the layers of clothes and even a scarf, this was going to be a cold one.
As I walked up the trail with a dimly lit torch, I wondered if the sun was going to bother with the day. I was getting close to the first basalt blocks and I felt the wind pick up with this nasty chill.
It was too late now, I was going to the top. The columns themselves where covered in icy sleet and forced me to hold my camera extra tight.
Thats about the time the snow started falling. I'm not talking your nice fluffy let it land on your tongue sort of snow. This was that awful shiver down your spine, chills in your bones sort of wintry shower that you really don't want on a Sunday morning.
It didn't matter. I was at the top and that sun which I never saw, still turned the sky a little bit of pink, a little bit of magenta and a little bit of old fashioned orange.
A very cold - Stu