Three miles and with Three BAZILLION gnats. Sandy Bar
Lynn is certainly blessed. :)
I'm missing it. I'm going to miss all next week, too. It's tough having friends and family that need me to do stuff. I guess that's another kind of blessing.
"I am completely soaked; not smart when you grab a madrone tree at the Slap Trail to push it out of the way so it doesn't take your head off and all the leaves waterfall over you. The temperature of the water cupped in the leaves is cold!"
Silly girl.
Okay two new names we got: the Flap Trail (yeah I know where that one's at: slap slap slap) and the other one just the Cow Trail then we'll know where we're at and the one where we had the granola bar spot where the deer ran up to me the Baby Bond.