My husband and I were exploring the trail to Hidden Lake in West Glacier, when we spotted a ridge line to our right. We knew it was the perfect spot to wander off the beaten path. We scaled up steep loose rock, boulders tumbling beneath our feet, and followed the mountain’s curves up until we hit snow. It was the mountain’s vertical boundary for us, since crampons were needed to scale any further up into the slick summer glacier slush. I pointed my camera above me to where my feet couldn’t go, and grabbed this shot of the looming cliffs towering above our heads.