It’s my sixth time in this mountain range but it still feels just like the first. Granted, this is a first of sorts: the first time I’ve come here on a trip with guests. Walking up the gradual slope of the trail never gets old. The river, peaking in and out, guides our way up into the valley, by pristine alpine lakes, over several passes disguised as one, until we reach the precipice and gaze into the belly of granite with mouths and eyes wide open. This is the Cirque of the Towers.