Today
we escaped the heat and ranch work and headed up the mountain for a hike. The
Big Horns, as our mountain range is called, have had more moisture than most
other ranges in the West, so we were blessed to see jillions of wildflowers!
Willow Park is primarily a series of
connecting cross-country ski trails that make for great hiking in the summer,
but even though there are markers and maps, it’s very easy to think
one is on a given trail that one isn’t. Once one realizes that one isn’t anywhere
near where one thought one was, it’s a bit unnerving—even more so when one finds
oneself walking past the same elk skull that one passed an hour earlier!
“We’re
going in circles. We’re lost,” said I, on more than one occasion. Hubby, being
of the gender that never admits that they’re lost, never did admit we were
lost. I don’t understand that line of thinking; nevertheless, I was very
grateful when we finally returned to the trailhead and our cooler of food. Even
more than that, I’m extremely thankful that my knee is so much better, so I can hike again!
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