We went on an impromptu Yay-It's-Finally-Spring hike today, Margie and Tom and their daughter Tiffany, and Steve and Lynnette, and me (my Steve pled exhaustion and stayed home).
We climbed rocks. Ok, Thalia the dachshund had to be passed up from person to person, but she tried valiantly -- and the rest of us climbed enough rocks for her.
We admired the reservoir, and the creek leading into it. We oohed and aahed over gnarled, aged dead trees.
And we found this. Out in the middle of nowhere, over on the ridge. Beats the heck out of the empty beer bottles and other trash you usually find out in the wilderness, doesn't it?