The best hill in town! I hike it every day. The locals call it Jalapeno Grande. I sometimes call it Hell Hill. I stopped to look at a golden eagle, but by the time hubby got my phone/camera back down to me, it had flown off. I’m almost to the top. Sorry for the graininess, but you know, I’m just a grainy kind of person. And I’m wearing my short-pants so it’s just as well.
In the late spring/early summer, the grass in Cali turns golden. If you head back down into the woods, the grass on the shaded hillsides is still green, which is very unusual for this time of year, but then still having our furnace on at this time of year is unheard of - at least in the twenty years we’ve lived here!
Nothing of any significance to say today. Maybe tomorrow. Nearing the end of Incorporeal and then it will be on to edits!
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Now I feel like hiking. And not green gras? Wow.
I’m surprised by the grass not being green, but it looks like a slice of heaven.
I use to hike in the valley during the summer when I visited my grandparents. Which valley? Heck, I can’t remember, but I loved it.
No Susi and Amber, the grass turns golden here in the summer. It’s emerald green all winter long.
I love hiking, Ciara. I’m addicted.
Oh wow what a view….