It was 107 degrees today and the weather people are predicting 6 days of 105 degrees or over. After a few days of this already I am thinking about a hike we took a few weeks ago.
This is a trail in the El Dorado National Forest from Wright’s Lake to Twin Lakes in Desolation Wilderness. We went with my son, Matt, my brother and nephew (who were going to continue into Desolation for a backpacking trip) and, of course, the four dogs.
With my 40 mm lens I get views both …
… grand and …
…close.
It’s dry in the valley and foothills now, but at 6000+ feet there are still plenty of wildflowers.
I love the granite boulders and huge views in the Sierras. That distant mountain is Big Hill, where there is a fire lookout and where Matt sometimes works.
Dave and Jack were to continue hiking and discussed the options with Matt who knows this area well.
It’s not always easy to get a group photo of all four dogs.
We are so fortunate to live in an area where we can get to the mountains in just a couple of hours and that we are able to enjoy it by hiking.
But this is what I’m thinking about today as the temperature soared.
Silver Creek cascades over granite and forms beautiful waterfalls and refreshing pools along its length.
That’s Matt with Sam and Kirin. I took a dip too and I would relish that now.
Rusty and Maggie like their water a little more shallow.
We hiked about 8 miles I think. Toward the end Maggie didn’t want to leave the pools. I think the water felt good on her feet.
This is one of Twin Lakes in Desolation Wilderness.



My yearling ewe, Fandango, took first place in her class and was awarded Champion Jacob Ewe.








It has become tradition now to eat dinner at La Oficina. 




















She knew how to intimidate Rusty.












This is from the pasture looking north. 

This is the view of the field from my mailbox. I have been taking a photo of this same view once a week since January with the idea that it will be interesting to see at the end of the year.















First smile we saw all day.







The age-group competitors began their event promptly at 7 a.m. Chris told us later that he got kicked, punched, and knocked around. I can see why. I think there must be some strategy to avoid that–maybe get out ahead and stay there?


I stationed myself at the bike area to try and catch Chris as he started the 112 mile ride.

























This is Sam and Kirin, my grand-puppies.









