Wednesday, May 13, 2009

MT. DIABLO - FALLS TRAIL 5/9/09



The Falls Trail is a must do every year. We usually try to do this one in the early Spring while there is still water to fall and the wild flowers are still in bloom. Unfortunately, we didn’t make it early enough for the falls, but there were still lots of wildflowers. We picked a hot day to hike this trail and there isn’t a lot of shade. Whatever were we thinking?













We immediately ran across some sort of strange, scary creatures. It turned out to be some actors filming a dream scene for an independent movie. How would you like to run into him alone in the forest?










Here is another scary looking guy. About five minutes after Polly and I explained to Bart why we didn’t like to go in the bushes on this hike, we ran across this little fella. Did I mention that it was hot?












This weary butterfly decided to hitch a ride on Bart’s backpack.














That butterfly may be on to something. If she can hitch a ride, so can I.













See Polly, if you look at your shadow, that will also help you know which direction the sun is going.














Does this look like the face of someone who cares which direction the sun is going? And if you are so smart, why doesn't the dog have a shadow?













Lunch anyone? This guy followed us all day waiting to see who would drop first.
















Ahh, shade at last.
















Back to the car and the end of another best day ever,

3 comments:

  1. Does anyone else wonder if we can ever again believe anything Gail writes?

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  2. I am sure I don't know what you are talking about.

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  3. That Ash...he's EVERYWHERE!!

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Polly, my sister, and I began hiking about five years ago. We immediately fell in love with the whole outdoor experience.  Spending  the day away from the worries of the world is like taking a mini vacation. Money cannot buy therapy like this.One day as we were hiking we were making fun of KaRyn, Polly's daughter.  She had called Polly two weekends in a row describing how she had just had her "best day ever." As we were laughing and trying to figure out how each day was her best day ever it occurred to us that she might be on to something.  Each day should be your best day ever.  And that is how we began to think of our Saturday hikes,  the "best day ever" with the exception of Mt. Rawlston, but that is a story for another day.