We finally made it up to the cabin this year. Between school, finishing the basement, layoffs, and scrambling for work, we haven’t set aside any time to get away until this weekend. Here are some of the highlights.
Here’s a tick I picked off of Preston’s neck (it hadn’t embedded itself yet, thankfully). The lines on the paper are a quarter inch apart to give you a sense of scale.
Some forest shots:
A little archery:
A variety of mushrooms this year:
I also spotted a small flock of wild turkeys wandering around our lot:
We also went on a hike. We were intending to go to Shingle Mill Lake, but it was just a little too far for the time we had.
We went about half way instead and visited an old hunter’s hovel on top of a glacial moraine.
Old frying pan:
But a beautiful view of the Shingle Mill drainage and beyond. Looking north.
Me and the kids:
Brooke and Ashton on the way back:
Arches National Forest?
C. Wilde left his mark over 80 years ago in this forest. He was a rancher from the Oakley area. I wrote a Wendigo-style ghost story about him a few years ago.
I’m not normally into scatology, but this was pretty fresh cougar scat. I noticed this on the way up and took a picture on the way back.
My uncle Dave carved this about 30 years ago with his then fiancée Linnea (now my favorite aunt):
We need to do this more often! (I say that every time).