The feeling continues.
The roads in the National Forest are pretty good for where they take one and how edgy they are and can be even edgier. Often, Jen finds herself in a trance as she travels with me, a ghost-driver for want of a description, while sitting in the passenger seat.
We did notice that most of the tight and narrow roads are without painted lines down the middle. It seems that should they divide the roads in the usual manner, then motorists might believe there is room for two. Yet in essence, when cars cross, they have to make adjustments which can be tricky if one happens to be on an edge, often the case. Perhaps that's why Jen is rather quiet at times. Motorbikes have it easy though, but I don't believe she would like to be on the back of one or for that matter, anywhere on it. Who said life on the road was easy?
We explored the one side of the river while rising to the peak, then returned to head to the overlook in the opposite direction.
From distance, notwithstanding the need for reading glasses, my eyesight is good. (Jen says I look better from long distances, too). This appeared to be a tower to ole 'good eyes'. We returned to head to the peak on the left of the "tower".
Why did we not think of taking the road? Sometimes we're a little slow in understanding the issues.
Jen reaches a high point during part 1 of the hike.
Bushwhacking occurs when you are frustrated so you take it out on the poor bushes and their thorns. Hence, sometimes you have to be 'cruel to be kind, kids.'
And again.
He begged for a shot on the Overlook so in a moment of weakness, Jen gave in. Apparently, he felt wired for the occasion. Dumb comments like that nearly lost him the opportunity.
Cheers,
Whenever a person needs a pickup, don't 'Lyft', rather view reflections...an opinion.
Amazing: They moved the tower down to lake surface.
From distance, notwithstanding the need for reading glasses, my eyesight is good. (Jen says I look better from long distances, too). This appeared to be a tower to ole 'good eyes'. We returned to head to the peak on the left of the "tower".
Why did we not think of taking the road? Sometimes we're a little slow in understanding the issues.
Jen reaches a high point during part 1 of the hike.
Bushwhacking occurs when you are frustrated so you take it out on the poor bushes and their thorns. Hence, sometimes you have to be 'cruel to be kind, kids.'
And again.
Aha! the target is visible as Jen wipes the bush from her eyes. Just get through a few more and we're almost there.
You have to love (admire) the places in the mountains where people settle. There's a 'Walmart' just over the hill within walking distance.
Meantime 'twinkle-toes' missed a turn and is now on the wrong side of the river.
Crossing the bridge in the distance to get to the right-side of the river which is on the left. Who would have thought of a right and wrong side to a river? You need binoculars to see him crossing the bridge.
Can't believe it. There's another part of Lake Canicada. Has the lake no boundaries?...Hope not.
Isn't that nice? They are preparing the overlook for our arrival. Cleaning it and hopefully, the coffee will be piping hot. No wonder we like Geres so much.
Just below the peak is the wolf-compound. Apparently, this is where the Romans kept the wolves. 'Don't fence... um...wall us in', could have been their cries or barks. We prefer 'keeping the wolves from the door', though.
Jen reaches the overlook. 'Look', she exclaims, 'No hands.' As if we need another show-off in the family.
The lake is really something special. It is shaped in a cross format with other ancillary legs branching from it, so it cuts across the region.
From up here on the lookout, one makes out the paths, roads, trails...however, it hardly helps. Looks different from below should you be able to find them.
How did you get where you are and why are you resting again, Jen?
You have to love (admire) the places in the mountains where people settle. There's a 'Walmart' just over the hill within walking distance.
Meantime 'twinkle-toes' missed a turn and is now on the wrong side of the river.
Crossing the bridge in the distance to get to the right-side of the river which is on the left. Who would have thought of a right and wrong side to a river? You need binoculars to see him crossing the bridge.
Can't believe it. There's another part of Lake Canicada. Has the lake no boundaries?...Hope not.
Isn't that nice? They are preparing the overlook for our arrival. Cleaning it and hopefully, the coffee will be piping hot. No wonder we like Geres so much.
Just below the peak is the wolf-compound. Apparently, this is where the Romans kept the wolves. 'Don't fence... um...wall us in', could have been their cries or barks. We prefer 'keeping the wolves from the door', though.
Jen reaches the overlook. 'Look', she exclaims, 'No hands.' As if we need another show-off in the family.
The lake is really something special. It is shaped in a cross format with other ancillary legs branching from it, so it cuts across the region.
From up here on the lookout, one makes out the paths, roads, trails...however, it hardly helps. Looks different from below should you be able to find them.
How did you get where you are and why are you resting again, Jen?
Cheers,
Jenni and Jeffrey
Amazing: They moved the tower down to lake surface.
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