On our hike I saw this little lovely. Tiny little seeds maybe? On a little oak sapling?
I've really no idea. Does anyone know?
I did have fun climbing around in the dirt so I could get up close and personal. I'm not afraid of a little dirt. I have too many sons to be afraid of a little dirt. I wish that applied to creepy crawlies. Still terrified of those.
Yes. Missing a Native. The eldest opted to stay home on this adventurous day. He has some rather largish exams coming up so whilst we were gallivanting about the country, he was being studious in the school library.
I have no idea what everyone is looking at and exclaiming over....... I don't look that funny!
The Scout Master watching the younger Natives playing in the water.
These photos are all very washed out. Grrrr.
Master Levi with his gargantuan walking stick. No need to worry about bears or moose on this trip! We have run into a momma moose before on this hike. Not 'this' hike as in on this particular hike but a few years ago. Mr. T ran into one and thought it was a horse of all things!! My son who rides every weekend thought a moose was a horse! We've teased him to no end about that one. He defends himself by saying it was it's bum and from the bum it looked like a horse!
Look! A little cabbage/lettuce patch for the fairy folk! We wanted to sit a spell and see if we could glimpse one but naughty Peter Rabbit had other things in mind.
Like finding a little seat made especially for him to perch his little perch upon.
I can see how some people think we come from monkeys......
There are days that I wonder..........
I really could be quite convinced! If I didn't know better..........
After hiking and playing around we climbed into the truck and headed further and higher up into the mountains.
So many places I wanted The SM to stop so I could take photos but daylight was waning and we had more exploring to do.
We stopped at a place called, Silver Lake. It isn't a lake at all. A rather small reservoir with fantastic rocks to climb on while waiting for our picnic dinner.
Mr. C is going through a stage where he doesn't like me to take photos of him. Punk!
Mr. T is deep in thought. Very deep in thought here. I have caught him in the act of making a sandwich.
A picnic up in the mountains. I don't know why but I am always hungrier and food always tastes better up in the mountains.
Rocks. Massive ones. A great huge pile of them. Why? I don't know but The Natives and The SM had a grand old time playing on them. Hide and Seek.
Boulders. Not rocks. Maybe we were in the land of the giants and these are their pebbles for skipping across the water! We appreciate the giants for letting us play on their pebbles.
Meanwhile........back at the ranch....... we have Mr. C who decided to play a different kind of hide and seek. Mom is seeking with the camera and Mr. C is hiding. Hmmm, Maybe if I hide behind my hand she'll go away........
If I shove my big feet in her face?
If I twist my body and pull my book up?
If I lift my book up even higher because mom is yanking on my pants now and moving my legs?