A Fine saturday Evening

With guitars, banjos, and mandolins the music atop Spencer's Butte was a perfect accompaniment to the fine weather, friends and all together atmosphere of the evening. Without a cloud in the sky it was possible to make out the Sisters Mountains and a lone peak to the north, perhaps Jefferson? The alpen glow must have been phenomenal on the peaks of those mountains.
The evening was complete with food and drink, though ended seemingly prematurely for my friend Nick and I who had bikes waiting at the base of the Butte and aspirations of making our way back into town before it got too dark. So as soon as the sun dipped below the horizon and the temperature began to drop as well we began our descent and timed it quite well.