
When your worn out from mile upon mile of mounting elevation you begin seeing things. What’s this? A mule train?
Unfortunately, they were going the wrong direction, and there wasn’t any more room for my load.
So, onward I trek.

When your worn out from mile upon mile of mounting elevation you begin seeing things. What’s this? A mule train?
Unfortunately, they were going the wrong direction, and there wasn’t any more room for my load.
So, onward I trek.

There are many bridges, and log crossings along the trail. This suspension bridge at Woods Creek was one of the coolest. It reminds me of the bridge on much of the playground equipment the boys played on.
I love how all of these water crossings, bridges and log crossings, have a way of bringing you back to the moment – filled with anticipation or “suspense.”
Where the road ends and the trail begins, we set off on another grand adventure. Along the way, we bypass the prettiest of greenery and tallest of trees.
It’s enchanting.
These horsetail reeds really caught my eye. The picture doesn’t do them justice. In the early light of day they catch the light just so — they seem to glow.
As these lovelies catch the light and my attention, the stress from life in the bay area, single parenting, home ownership in this housing market, and all things that make me tense begin to fall away.
I pull my focus into the here and now. Being in the moment, this moment. That’s where I need to be. No place else.

Sifting through YaYa’s photos from camp gives me a peak at camp through his eyes. It’s too bad that his camera fell into the toilet midweek; there would have been many more photos to look through. The talent show at the end of camp is supposed to be a hoot.
