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Monday, June 27, 2011

A failed hike

 There are a lot of wildflowers here. It must be a coincidence that I saw these daisies as I think Jeanette wants me to go into the daisy export business. Last night I woke up and heard her whispering into the phone that they "should not worry about Wayne because soon he will be pushing up daisies. Must be some jargon that they use in the flower business.
 Kobe loves the steams. He lays in the water and then he go lays in the mud. Then he acts as if his feelings are hurt when I make him ride back into the camp in the bed of the truck.
 More wild flowers. I am an expert on plants. These are either sunflowers or petunias. (You can click on any picture to enlarge)
 The cottonwoods make it look like it is snowing in the forest. These are black cottonwoods and can grow up to 200 ft high.
 I call this post a failed hike because the directions said to cross over the concrete dam and then turn right under the railroad trestle. I told Jeanette to take off her shoes and carry me piggyback across and then she could come back and carry Kobe across. She flat refused. For a hike to be successful, one must pick a partner who is willing to be a team player.

 I tried to pick another route and backtracked to an old bridge I saw. It looked ok from a distance.

However, when I got closer, it looked a little worn. I told Jeanette to cross it and make sure it was safe for Kobe to cross but she must have not been in the mood for hiking today.

This is true. I thought this was a plant called an Oregon Grape. I ate several of the purple berries. Jeanette said it looked nothing like a grape and how could I be sure it was not the local toxic berry they make into some cancer treating drug? When I got home, I looked up an image of the Oregon grape and I can tell you with 100% confidence that this is not the Oregon Grape. I have not experienced any side effects except my feet are now 22 1/2 inches long and 7 5/8 feet wide. Plus, I have tons more body hair than I used to. There are several great varieties of mushrooms that grow here. I think I'll go pick some tomorrow.

 I asked Jeanette to go swimming here so I would know if the water was cold or not. She said she forgot tot bring a towel. Does anyone really like sarcasm?
 All this national forest requires permits for personal use. You need a permit to cut trees, firewood, or even gather mushrooms. This meadow would be a great place to grow pot. I'll go to the forestry service in the morning and see if they have a permit for that.
This is either a carnation or a canna lily.

1 comment:

  1. Jeanette wasn't in the mood for any funny business that day...