I live where trees grow in neat rows flanking the streets or in ascetically pleasing arraignments with shrubs and boulders. The majority of street trees are flowering pear and 90% of the yards are a doppelganger of it's neighbor. If you are one who likes conformity and order then you'd think it was lovely (and to be honest, if it wasn't for the landscaping that softens the edges and brings green lawns and flowering pops of color I'd be living among tumble weed and sage brush- which yes, has it's own beauty, but I wouldn't want to live with it every day). I was needing wild trees, the kind that grow where they will, whose roots run in a maze and whose branches are left to bend, sway, break, burn and grow as high as they will into the sky.
If you are craving a bit a of wild trees come on a hike with me in the:
We'll need to imitate a mountain goat by scrambling along a narrow, slippery shale path with towering pines on the other side of the stream:
Rounding the corner we find glorious Autumn color.
Feeling brisk and energetic, like a bounding billy goat, we made our way up the trail a bit too quickly causing my Butterfly-girl to get slammed by the altitude. She sat and rested with her Mr. M and wanting privacy insisted we go on head. [side note- research how to prevent altitude sickness].
At a fork in the trail and we choose to hike toward:
Up the trail a ways we found these beauties in dressed in white. Maybe we'll come back then the leave are drops of gold.
We hiked higher and higher on a fairly steep climb in air, fresh and clear into a sky so blue we felt as if we could see infinity.
It was a popular day for hiking and we kept leapfrogging a rather large group who liked to hike real fast then stop and rest. I am a slow and steady hiker (who had never hiked at an altitude this high and it'd been a long time since I was on a terrain this steep). The steepness and the leapfrogging got rather annoying so we headed back down. Intending to check out this trail:
When near the trail fork we find Butterfly-girl recovered. Down the Dog Lake Trail we went and stopped to squint and peer at
The moose in the brush. He [she?] is that brown blob between the aspens. Even with the hazy view Butterfly-girl was thrilled to see a moose in the forest.
The path opened up to a bit of a medow
|S2, D1, Mr. M|
As the sun rose the sky deepened it's hue
A few last images before we head home
I hope you enjoyed our hike.
What is one of your favorite places to hike?
Mine? The redwoods of Northern California.
It's difficult for me to access the redwoods from where I am now and being a firm believer of blooming where one is planted am learning to appreciate my (still fairly new) home. This week Mr. W and I are talking a class at REI on hiking in this spot of the word.