|Low elevation flowers are popping.|
|A thousand shades of green.|
|Hiking over early season blowdowns. This is why other people wear pants.|
|Angles that make my head spin.|
Around the corner, the pass appears. I want to go further/ I don’t want to go further. Carrying my full pack up here was stupid/ carrying my full pack up here felt good and is making me stronger. I love the solitude/ what-if-I-fall-down-and-break-my-neck-and-die-out-here-alone.
|Where I decide to turn around. The lakes will still be there in a few more weeks.|
So, I take the trail out to Wolf Creek. Small streams flow with clear cold water. So novel, after the cow slobber water in New Mexico. Being away, even just for a few months, makes me appreciate these things all the more.
|Flowering trees perfume the air.|
|Approaching Wolf Creek|
Date hiked: May 1