Sweet Hubby and I joined friends in a visit to the mountains about an hour out of the city. It was a perfect day, warm but not hot, the traffic wasn't heavy, and the surroundings were stunning. The six of us (including two dogs) walked a fairly easy path about a mile to a waterfall which came gurgling and laughing and plummeting down into a pool of clear, cold water.
I took off my shoes and jeans (yes, right down to my panties) and ventured into the water. It was rough going. The pool was all rocks on the bottom, and the rocks were jagged, tippy, and slippery. I put my shoes back on, which took care of the jagged part. The water felt so good, cold enough to be refreshing, but not so cold as to be numbing. I did have one slip and fall, but was lucky I only bumped my shin and didn't faceplant. Now I have a lovely big goose egg on my leg which in time will no doubt turn all sort of pretty colors. I'm so glad my bones don't seem to be fragile, so no real harm done.
These friends have a house in Southern California but have bought a condo here in the Pacific Northwest to give them a place to get away from the terrible summer heat and mosquitoes of So Cal. They have done a lot of exploring in the few months they've lived here, and this trail and the falls were their discovery. I love finding new places to be in nature, to breath that fresh air, smell the earthy aromas of a forest, listen to the lively, alive sound of flowing water. All in all, a not terribly productive but immensely enjoyable day.
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