I figured the best way to escape the smoke was to head 26 miles up the road to a trail head on the opposite side of the mountain from where the fire is burning. I was not disappointed because half way to my destination the smoke cleared and all I could see was blue sky and the mountain. It looked something like this.
Now I like to share my hiking experiences with my friends and a mile or so up the trail I realized I still had cell service so I snapped these pictures and sent them to a few gals who I knew would appreciate the scenery. (This water in this creek is snow melt from the surrounding mountains.)
Candy promptly sent me a picture of a hamburger she'd made, which would have been extremely tasty and well enjoyed while overlooking the creek.
Marni asked what the temperature was (a lovely 72) and then informed me her dear husband announced they were moving to Oregon(yay).
Boz and I continued our hike and I'm not sure that it gets any better than this.
Or this.
There are a lot of wildflowers in bloom and everything is so green. Except this little guy.
And these.
Boz was kind of being a big wuss about crossing the foot bridge.
But, once he figured it out he kept going back and forth across it. Dork.
I guess it wasn't a bad way to spend the afternoon.
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Pretty! And yeah, that foot bridge would probably freak me out a bit, too.
I would have refused to cross the foot bridge. I'm unbalanced...
Lovely.
And for the record, I'm with Boz on this one. That bridge does not look like my friend.
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I still can hardly believe there's actually a stream of snow melt! It's gorgeous. I'm over being bitter. I just want to visit!
Love the photos- I can see why you don't want to work!
Now see? I would have had to carry Buddy Love over that bridge. Amazing pictures. What a great way to spend the day.
The rabid bitterness is only tempered by the sheer bliss on Boz-dog's face. What a cutie!
Until Dane makes good on his announcement, I'll consider your photos my happy place as I try not to burst into flames from my office to my oven-like car each afternoon.
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