When John left this morning to fish the trout stream below the dam, I donned my hiking books, grabbed by hiking poles and headed up the small mountain just north of our campsite. It has beckoned me all week! My goal was the tall peak but as I climbed, I changed by goal to the tall hill in front of the peak. From a distance the ground looked to be covered with sage brush and grass. Up close it is covered by sage brush, tall grasses, small bushes, weeds, and wildflowers. Rocks are hidden by the brush, roots catch my toes, the grass reaches to my arm pits and the trees are so short they almost don't have any shade. AND it is much steeper than I anticipated. After climbing for an hour and fifteen minutes, I came to a fence that cut me off from my goal. I tried following it for a short distance but the grass, weeds and steep hill wore me down. So that is what I did -- started walking down.
The trip down was faster but the fun part was following animal trails. Most likely it was deer or maybe just my imagination but it was challenging to try to stay on it. I'd lose it, make my own and then pick up another one for a short distance. Who knew this could be so much fun!
John did catch a fish this time. Just as he got back from fishing the sky opened up with rain -- AGAIN! That is why we are at the library, using their wifi and blogging.
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