“Am just a long legs, trying to understand aesthetic value of falling water. Perhaps we are paying attention to me now?”
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“Am just a long legs, trying to understand aesthetic value of falling water. Perhaps we are paying attention to me now?”
This part of the state is full of lovely waterfalls.
We did find a nice campsite among the hemlocks & rhododendron. Everything got wet - many things I counted on to be waterproof weren’t - and it rained for a solid 17 hours before subsiding into mist and fog. I was pretty reluctant to get out of my tent in the morning, and I’ll admit I cooked breakfast in the vestibule, but I had this nice view while I waited on the weather.
The second day, we followed the ridge and hit some summits. My good good hiking buddy thought it was all a breeze.
I’m sure this is the top, but where is the marker?
Ah, it’s here, under the dog.
Attempts to get nice pics of the dog, posed, with mountain views in the background, while also staying 6′+ away from the other ppl up there, people who were about 60% not wearing masks and 20% trying to pet my dog (no): Semi-successful.
Being perceived as a dog-obsessed weirdo at the highest point east of the Rockies: Very successful.
Selfie-with-dog attempts: One or both of us is either not looking at the camera, or making a weird face. Every time.
And my good dog by my side as we ate our lunch on high.