Well, I’m two months behind on my postings, but that is what happens when life is busy with hikes, trips to the John Muir Trail, and the birth of a grandson. But I will try to catch up before I leave for Spain. I know, retirement is tough, but someone has to do it. On the sixth of July, I headed up to lake Annette to see if the snow was melted out.
It had, which is good because I ran into a church group looking for a dry place to camp. When I met them, they were standing beside the trail looking a 1000 feet down into a ravine, wondering where down there the sleeping bag of one of the campers had rolled to. I had a better day than they did. It was a shaded walk through the trees
along hump back creek
with all sorts of nice shady spots to set and contemplate.
Once I got to the lake I held my sandwich in one hand and swatted away the mosquitoes with the other hand. The mosquitoes won the battle and I had to move on.
But I didn’t have to move on very quickly and so it was a casual stroll back down to my car watching the shadows on the trees
while enjoying my Oreo cookies, which I had not been able to eat in peace wile at the lake.
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