5 more from Clarence
from Maureen
(I hope I have that name correct) Beautiful clear and sunny day with visibility all the way to the snow-coated peaks of the Coast Range. While the weather started fairly nippy, the sun warmed us to shirt sleeves as we hiked up the hills. Right out of the gate, Clarence cut his finger while gallantly holding the barbed wire open so that the ladies could pass through the opening. After some first aide, we proceeded into the lovely landscaping courtesy of quite a few herds of large cattle. It was calving season and small ones lay in the grass or nursed while one or two very pregnant females moaned - in labor? - and the rest of the herd would low in response. At the homestead a couple of good sized stands of Narcissus blessed the landscape with their distinctive aroma and flocks of birds flew around in the meadows. A catch-and-release fisherman floated around in a raft with legs so that he could propel and steer the craft. Lunch was on the cement picnic tables and then we headed back. A few hikers got so far ahead that they missed the cactus gardens and the turn-off. Way ahead, they didn't hear Jo's whistle and blithely headed toward the road. Frank Harpold went after them while the rest of us went up the hill on the trail. After a while, we all 11 of us met back at the cars, having walked 8.5 miles.
Next week will be the red rocks...Karen coming.
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