Summer birds and barefoot wandering
Trail-time in the summer: can there ever be enough of it?
The Little Lakes Valley trail (out of the Mosquito Flats trailhead) is one I’ve loved since I first backpacked it as a kid back in the 1960s. Last Saturday was a little more crowded than 45 years ago, and we don’t drink out of the lakes any more, but it’s still a (insert over-the-top synonym for beautiful here) place.
That was last weekend. This morning’s run took me back to my old familiar haunt: the hills and arroyos east of Orange.
Birds everywhere were doing their birdy things before another hot summer day settled in.
I always hear this bird in the prickly pear patches that cling to the steep slopes, but I rarely get such a long glimpse: this cactus wren held still just long enough for me to grab my camera out of my handy-dandy Nathan hydration vest pocket.