It’s impossible to walk in the woods and be in a bad mood at the same time.
The temperatures have finally dropped. There is still a hint of smoke in the air, but it’s not as hazy as last weekend. The British Hubby and I thought we would attempt to hike. We’re a bit rusty so we wanted to stick to around five or six miles. Here’s an old avalanche field. You can see the trees coming back through the rocks. We set our alarm pretty early for a Saturday morning and managed to hit the trail head at a reasonable time. To out delight, we had the trail basically to ourselves. There was one trial runner (I’m pretty sure they caught me comping a squat. Sorry trail runner) at the start and a plethora of slugs. I counted 18 in total. Okay, it is possible a few were counted twice, but not that many. Check out the fatty below. We also spotted some mushrooms and tons of berries.
I wasn’t expecting to see any water on the trail, but we crossed three trickling streams. It was even cool enough for tomato soup at our lunch spot, but not so chilly that I needed knit wear. It was chilly this past weekend. The kitties are back to snuggling up for warmth. P.S. Guess what’s coming this weekend!