Hippies in the Mist

We crept up, ever so quietly, hoping to get a glimpse Our patience and quiet stealth were eventually rewarded: wild hippies in their natural habitat! Being upwind, we could catch the scent of their ceremonial maryjane, and we heard their warbling folk/protest songs and guitar strumming quite clearly.

Looking back downslope for Mom

Why doesn't she hurry up?

Greeeeeen!

Photos by D. Hard not to be in a green mood that day.

Majestic Vance surveys the landscape

Rawr!

Be careful or the Deena monster WILL get you.

The next several posts (in reverse chronological order as Blogger orders them, so actually the previous several posts) are from a Wahkeena Falls hike a goup of us too this past Sunday.

Tsuga was clearly stoked to be out. She spends so much time sleeping at my feet under my desk, and when the weather turns nice she just looks at me like, "c'mon, dumbass. It's all happening outside."