But Glen Alps was not socked in when we got there. While summer is a little delayed there, the wild flowers were out.
Humor me. I'm constantly experimenting with photoshop. I know this looks like a birthday card for an elderly grandmother. The yellow is a paintbrush, the blue a wild geranium, and I
I played with curves in Aperture (and distorted the colors wildly) to highlight the snow chute you have to negotiate to get to the Ballpark. That's a lot more snow than I've seen there in recent summers, reflecting our record snow fall this past winter and the record cold for the first half July.
And my walking companion last night reminds me all the time that the powerlines are the most interesting part of the walk.
I guess the clouds and drizzle kept people away last night. Even in the drizzle it was magnificent. Here's the parking lot when we got back, almost 11pm. A stark contrast to the nights when cars are parked down the road because the lot's full. For those relatively few times in a year, I think it would be cheaper and better to just have a shuttle bus come up from Hillside instead of bulldozing out more parking lots. After all, the parking lot looks like this, probably 90% of the time. (I know, there would have to be a parking lot down below. Just throwing it out there as something to chew on.)