Kate and I ended up hitting the trail around ten o' clock. We were going to take our time and mosey on up. We noticed some trash on the trial and the creek and decided to pick it all up. I walked back to the car to fetch a trash bag and ended up hulling off the equivalent of a whole trash can out of Icehouse that afternoon.
Pic of trash clean up
At the columbine spring, we saw some twenty-first century loggers(California Edison) in the ceder trees. It was quite a site, a lot of noise, all the branches crashing down.
By one mile, we were feeling very tired, so we took a rest and looked at bugs.
We went a little further so I could find a tree I could climb.(I felt to urge to climb a tree after seeing the powerline team in them). I found good sized ceder and started climbing. Half way up I heard a barking squirrel. It was angry. I was scared. It was getting closer and closer, so I scrambled to down climb. All of a sudden, the squirrel drive bombs me, runs off onto a branch, and jumps off. He was in the air, flying, for what seemed like ten seconds. I watched him hit the ground with a little "squeak" and run off.
I was so horrified and pumped, I could only laugh out loud. I felt bad for the little guy.
(if you look closely, you might be able to see the squirrel facing down the trunk on the right-middle area of the picture.)
I ended up climbing the tree, observing a canopy view rarely seen.
On the way back down the canyon we followed the creek, picking up trash and watching the warblers and woodpeckers fly through the trees. I ended up catching a tiny snake(sharp-tailed snake?) and eating it for dinner.
thanks for the TR.