Good Morning Gentle Readers,
Like an idiot, I hiked down the creek out in the hills southeast of the Casa with the dogs for a bit. I mean, once you get several hundred yards downstream you are well past where the dirt road curves up and away from the creek bottom, and if the rock gives way or if you break your ankle, ain't nobody gonna find you for a week or better.
Figured it would be easier to climb up out and make my way over to where I knew a dirt bike track was. No easy task, mind you. Moi ended up sitting on a big rock at the top, gasping, for a few minutes. Checked it for early-in-the-season rattlers first. Wouldn't hike through here in July.
As I moved across the hillside thru the burn area I came across a stand of poppies growing up out of the ashen remains of chaparral that burned six years ago or so. It was about then that I realized I was still about three ravines over from where I expected to be. The well laid plans of mice and men. Figured that was a sign from on high, so I began to make my way back down into the creek bottom, now roughly parralelling the road again. Crossed over on the trunk of a fallen Sycamore and walked the mile or so back to the politically incorrect foreign made 4WD.
Photo Credit: TWC 03-03-2011 ©