
The endorphins released by hill hiking have greatly improved my dire outlook.
Fall has fallen harder since the last time I saw the foliage on the hills.
The hills were still a bit wet, but I had no mud issues. I did have an issue where I was chased by a pack of 3 dogs. They probably just wanted to be petted.
I tried to find the Witchey Tree and the Death Van to no avail. I followed what I thought the van's course was, took a left and headed west at the point where I thought the driver would have lost control and careened down the steep ravine. But, I found no Witchey Tree or Death Van. I did get bit by some bugs. That rarely happens to me.

I heard from one of my Washington corespondents this morning. She was east of the mountains, that is Washington speak, meaning she was east of the Cascade Mountains, in the Tri-Cities, where she said it was 27 this morning. I'm at 75 right now at 2 in the afternoon in Fort Worth.
The pool should be a pleasant temperature tomorrow morning.
2 comments:
You never know about them doggies, do ya? Very nice pictures of the Hills :)
Was nice to be back on the hills. I don't think I've been there since 2 days after you were.
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