We pass Valencia on the way to an oats breakfast on Oats Peak.
Where there's fire, there's smoke, a different way of expressing the types of clouds covering the sky recently. Last Sunday, we hiked in San Diego County, the local favorite being Mount Woodson. When we commenced, the temperature was in the nineties, the time was a little past 6:30am. On our return, the gauge read 106 degrees. I doubt whether it was cooler at the peak—it sure didn't feel it. We arrived on Tuesday in Morro Bay, California to commence Hike-About 47, en route to see our grandson, further north. It's not surprising we find the town special—temperature in the afternoon, 65 degrees.
When we awoke, light was missing. Strange. Low clouds from natural causes and fire issues. We headed for Montana de Oro and realized we'd have a strenuous hike of close to 11 miles but would see very little beauty from the trails as the thick clouds and mist blocked visibility. It felt eerie which was brought about by the darkness encompassing the region. However, we have a principle or belief that each day presents opportunities to experience unique sights and activities. We have mentioned this before, probably ad nauseum: Each day we know we'll see something different, interesting, educating or just plain fun. When you put aside the nonsense filling the world, it does not take much imagination to realize it's a helluva place. Today was no exception as we feasted on the sights with one of us running around like an excited little boy. We won't mention who of the two it was...keep you guessing.
Extremely fortunate to have the clouds low and filling most crevices between the mountains.
From Oats Peak, we see Morro Bay's morro through the haze.
And for Maude, we think of her as clouds cover the ocean with only slight protrusions.
Jenni being friendly in the distance on the right.
Wherever we stood, the sights were overwhelming.
When we saw this from higher up on the mountain, the shadow area looked like a pond. We had no doubt. Closer to the scene and in different light, our certainty proved unreliable
Hard to choose. I don't think we've 'thrown away' so many good scenes (photographs) before.
We've encountered many snakes this year. This fella refused to move so I had to force Jenni to get him out the way. I think I had the more difficult task but I don't complain...take it in my stride.
Long way down to the parking lot.
The return journey begins.
Delightful scenes including a morro in the distance.
Between the strange air, dust, clouds and cool weather, the occasional penetrating sunrays provided unusual coloring.
Part of the Pacific Ocean resides under those clouds.
A tempting short-cut across the 'white-stuff'.
Cheers,
Jenni and Jeffrey
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