The long hoped for break in temperatures came and it was time for a hike.
A short one, just to get used to it again, preferably on a trail we did not know yet.
A quick Internet search helped and off we went. Not quite as early as planned,
but still early enough to avoid the Sunday morning hiker rush and enjoy the cool(er) air.
It was lovely. The trail was more sandy than rocky, much less pebbly than the last one
where I slipped and left a large part of the skin of my right elbow and forearm as an offering
to the hiking gods. The new boots with proper profile helped too.
And we saw California quail! How can a hike be better than that? Out there in the open,
minding their own business, being very busy with doing what quail do when they are out and about.
Next time we will try a trail where – according to reports – one very often can see Bighorn sheep.
Just to imagine to see those guys in the wild… Wow.
The vegetation still shows signs of having had plenty of water from tropical storm Hilary
and the rain a few days afterwards. So much green! On the other hand one gets reminded of the fact
that these trails are death traps when it rains. So, no hikes ever if there is the danger of rain.