We climbed up and up, the vistas unfolding, the massive glaciered crag of Jack Mountain – the “King of the Skagit” – revealing itself close enough to touch, the Picket Range and Mount Baker gathering up the thunder clouds on their crests to the far west. This is what calls me to the wilderness, the power to amaze and dwarf my mind and re-awaken my sense of wonder. Our little group spread out across the top of Devil’s Dome to turn around and around and around – no way to capture the breadth and depth of it.