A Pacific Crest Trail Morning Jaunt
|Starting early, morning sun on Red Mountain.|
|Lots of big trees down from summer windstorms.|
|Crossing one of several scree fields, taunted by marmot whistles.|
|Finn wants to make sure I take in the view.|
|So I do.|
|Up high we found lupine blooming - in late September!|
|Finn poses at the false Catwalk.|
|Almost there...steep drops all around...|
|The Catwalk! Six miles up from the trail head, but very much worth it.|
Today I found ripe mountain blueberries to eat. Finn has no interest in them. Meadow loves them, so much so that I had to teach her to pick her own because she kept demanding I feed her all that I'd picked for myself. Maia, like Finn, doesn't see the appeal.
I can't imagine playing on mountain trails dog-less. I can't imagine life dog-less.