"Hey, where's Sally?"
"I'm coming, I'm coming."
Hope Lake above treeline, around 12,500 feet. Huff, puff. Our neighbors ride a tandem bicycle over the highest mountain passes. They put up with us today. They're fun and are getting a wolfhound puppy tomorrow.
Trying to hitch a ride back. No luck. Smoke from the California fires tints the skies here.
4 comments:
I love your hat.
At 12,000 feet I'd probably have to roll downhill.
Gorgeous territory, Sally. Do you like using hiking poles? I am thinking of investing in a pair.
It really looks lovely up there.
I hope California's second hand smoke isn't blotting out the stars at night.
Jane, the sticks were borrowed but I wish I'd had them yesterday. People who hike the big nasties always use them. Especially nice on downhills.
At night the stars are really bright, but in day the smoke is still apparent.
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