It wasn’t the best of days for a hike, since it drizzled on us, but we enjoyed it just the same.
I pushed the ISO setting on my Nikon S7c to get more light, and got some fair shots of the Pepper Box bathed in a cold rain.
The rocks crossing Clifty Creek were slippery and we took the time to plan our steps and offered each other a hand at times.
Judy and I tried to recount the days we have spent in this isolated area, and how much it meant to us, but outside appreciating the beauty of the place Katie can’t really understand.
When I come upon the clearing where we used to camp, I see guys sitting around a fire, chucking in another log, laughing, and pulling the “pop top” off a can of beer! She can only see the brown and yellow of the leaves, the green of the hemlocks, and hear the sound of water dripping on rocks from the bluff above. Both mental and real images are beautiful in their own way, so I guess we really do share a mutual love and appreciation of the “Pepper Box!”
The drizzle began just moments before we had planned to turn around and head back. We kept to the path that travels along under hemlocks, so we didn’t really get that wet. The hemlock canopy kept us pretty dry until we made the road. From there to the truck, about a hundred yards, the rain came down a little heavier and we were somewhat chilled. The truck’s heater felt pretty good on the way home and dried us out.
At home, we attacked the refrigerator and loaded up paper plates full of sweet potatoes, dressing, slices of ham and turkey, and broccoli and rice casserole! Man, I believe it tasted better than it did Thursday!
Comfy and warm with full bellies, Judy and Katie settled in under a comforter on the couch, and watched a movie on TV. Baylee and I went to the computer room to work on the many photos I shot over the last few days. Soon, everyone but me, was snoring away…Baylee the loudest I think!
I sure hope there are some desserts left for later on!