Saturday I went with A and A to look at the hawks migrating south.
We saw some hawks — lots of hawks, actually. They’re really beautiful. Also, incredible views.
And the birders! They see something very far away and seem to know exactly what it is! A guy explained it to me — “It’s a ferruginous hawk,” he said. See the white patches on the wings, and also the white [?]pinnacles?” I did see that it was partly white, and very very beautiful with the sky behind it, but I didn’t know what a pinnacle was. To be honest, I’m not even sure he said pinnacle, but whatever he said, I did not know what it was. Then he broke into swearing at his camera.
They’re kind of amazing.
Sunday, I went for a hike with my friend B.
A lovely forested walk, but not without views.
Huckleberry Botanic Regional Preserve. It’s very nice, although the huckleberries are long gone.
Did I tell you about my nemesis, the woman my age who can walk 13 miles in a day carrying a backpack? Part of my plan to catch up with her involves climbing that mountain.
Check back for details.