When the sun comes up opening morning of deer hunting season.
The calm that hits right after the thunder but before the rain starts. The afternoon thunderstorms in the Sierras usually start with a hellacious thunder and lightning storm. Then it stops for a brief moment. All the birds, critters and bugs seem to vanish, and a still envelops the mountains then the rain starts.
Enjoying a sunrise, and a sunset.
The deafening silence of a snow storm in the mountains.
The view of the lake just prior to sun up.
That moment when you see the flash of the fish hitting your line.
Watching my daughter catch her first fish.
Smelling the pine trees when I reach the top of the Twain Harte grade.