Taking a Day to Wander

Earlier in the week, the big furry girls and I hopped in the van – okay, so Shasta hopped, Bailey clambered and I climbed – and drove up this road through patches of heavy fog and patches of sunshine

past pastures that are empty because – in the winter the cattle go to California

and down this road

to a campground devoid of activity because – in the winter campers go to Arizona.

We wandered down to the river, through snow that was deeper than I’d anticipated – should have worn the higher boots!

where the girls could decide which way to go

and I could happily point my camera and click downriver

and at this snow and frost covered bough

and at the lichen and mosses that seem to thrive despite the snow, the fog, the freezing temperatures.

We walked awhile, the girls gathering a great deal of information, me breathing deeply in the frosty air and luxuriating in being out there in it, until the my nose glowed red and Bailey began to slow down.

We had had enough for that day, and headed home via another road. And then – one more stop, an impulse I’m happy I gave in to. But, you’ll have to wait till another day for that story. Don’t you hate being left hanging?

To be continued . . . .