This summer I went to Rocky Mountain National Park in Colorado for the first time, and was overwhelmed by its scale and weather. Growing up on the east coast with the Appalachians, makes the Rockies seem impossibly massive and mountainous. Even though it was mid-June, the elevation caused the frigid clouds to collide with craggy peaks, leaving snow in their wake. I hiked to crystalline pools of melting snow and ice that glistened emerald greens and cobalt blues. Oh, these crucibles of natural phenomenon! Oh, these wild spaces! Rocky Mountain is now officially one of my favorite national parks. Day 6: Purple Mountains Majesty.