A rare rainy weekend for us. Not a lot of rain, but when you haven’t seen it in months, it’s welcome. The weather forecast says it’s going to get warmer around here and the rain isn’t coming back for a while. Still, rain or not, life goes on and yesterday we had planned to go hiking in the hills.
It’s been awhile since we’ve been hiking, so rather than cancel, we just threw the rain coats in and went off to witness this thing where water falls from the sky.
We went up to Windy Hill for a hike along The Lost Trail. Don’t know why they named it the lost trail, as we found it just fine. By the way, if you follow the link to see the preserve’s web site you’ll see several pictures down the bottom of the page showing green grass and a field of flowers. This is false advertising as this represents about five days in spring during wet years. Most of the time it looks like the picture at the top, golden grass, warm winds and lots of dog walkers.
Here are a few pictures of what our walk looked like:
Cloud flowing over ridge.
Here you can see cloud we walked through. It was dripping wet most of the trail, but not very cold.
Heather on the trail.
Here’s Heather in her wet weather gear. And that’s a sincere smile – not forced for the picture. She actually likes this kind of hiking. Well, except for the muddy shoes and pants we came home in.
Forest section of the trail
Some of the trail goes through woodland bits with ferns, vines, green, and muddy trails. The picture is a little blurry because the wind was up (it’s called Windy Hill for a reason) and holding the camera still wasn’t easy.
It was a great day to be out and a nice way to breath in.
Now it’s back to working on my novel and a new poetry project.
Till next week,