On Sunday, Berta, Gail, and I decided to get out of the house, stretch our legs, and climb La Cumbre Peak. Amazingly, there were still areas of beautiful wildflowers. The first few miles were in fog, but then the sun broke and the mountain heated up.
Berta taking a rare break from sifting through family records and photos.
A complex and pretty flower.
Gail and I pausing on the dreaded West Fork which is steep, hot, and shadeless.
There were jumbles of giant boulders at the top. Three hikers, here, between a rock and a hard place.
A very unconcerned Tiger Swallowtail sips nectar from a thistle.
Coming back down, Berta and Gail with the peak behind them.
Gail spotted a large garter snake on the trail. We watched it go down into the bushes where we discovered an old shed snake skin.
Sunday, Gail and I took the Schwinns out for a ride on Mountain Drive. Gail was determined to beat Ted Gardner's $35,000 mail box in a race. We also visited John P. and saw the progress he's making on building his home after it burned down in the Tea Fire - the second home he's lost to wildfire.
No comments:
Post a Comment