This morning I asked Anders if he wanted to go for a hike in the rain. I knew the answer, but I’m always looking for buy-in for my great ideas. There was no way he’d turn down an opportunity to wear his rain boots; nor an opportunity to picnic.
I packed crackers and cheese, raisins, peanuts, chocolate, tea, water, diapers, wipes, extra clothes, the kitchen sink and we headed up to Pine Creek. It’s close by an only a 1 mile hike to an amazing waterfall. Perfect for a rainy hike.
We got to the trailhead and it wasn’t raining. It was lightly snowing. Even better, no one would get too wet. We had a lovely hike (Henry posted about it. What? You had forgotten that H has a blog? Yes, it has been FOREVER since he lasted posted. But, he’s not lazy.)
Shocks of snow perched on the spring-growth-green wild roses, currants and mish mash of other assorted shrubs. The air was crisp and alert. The waterfall pounded and drowned out all sounds other than itself. It was darn near magical. The best part was we didn’t see anyone else until we were headed back, and this is a popular trail.
We didn’t take a camera, but I snapped a couple shots with my cell phone. I’m tech savvy that way. Usually I take a lot of photos and select only the best for your viewing pleasure, but I think I have to pay to email myself photos from the phone, so I just took 2. I’m cheap that way.
There’s been a lot of complaining on the social network sites about June snow, but I love it. We live in Montana; this is normal. It makes us feel tough. And if you get outside and enjoy it… wow it’s amazing. You should live here. (But not in our house, we still don’t know where we are going to put Finn.)
Now the boys (Anders, Finn, Rigby and Diesel) are sleeping. H is not being lazy and I am roasting butternut squash, garlic, onions and carrots to make soup. I’m not lazy either.