We drove to Indian Crossing this morning for a short hike,
picnic and fishing. Some dumbass left her shoes at the cabin. Oops.
Change in plans: stop at the Hell’s Canyon overlook and a drive.
I’m not so much of a dumbass that we attempted the hike with me in
flip flops.
On the way there, we saw wildlife in the form of
cattle. Cattle in the middle of the road. Gotta love open range
land. They must be some sort of climbing breed–there was steep
rock going any way they would have come from.
Evolutionary note:
yellow jackets at the Hell’s Canyon overlook swarm around incoming
vehicles that park there to check for squashed bugs they can eat.
We’ll have our picnic for dinner instead.
