Hubby and I are on a weeks staycation. We are planning plenty of inexpensive outings and walking is on the top of our list. Sunday began our first walk up into the mountains with our dogs. The weather was humid, not my best walking weather, but it wasn't raining, not hubbies best walking weather. We are such opposites which is probably what attracted us to each other
You can see how the clouds were hanging around the mountain tops, it makes for a very pretty sight.
We followed this dirt road for quite a while. We were not the only ones on the mountain, we could hear the drone of an off road motor bike and eventually he did pass us at quite a lick. Luckily for him and us, the dogs did not run out in front of him.
Neither did they disturb these geese we spotted.
Even so, they still were pretty vocal about us being in their space.
This giant Heron was not quite as happy with us being around, and kept his beady eye on us constantly.
Almost immediately I took the photo, he took into the air. Not risking our "not being friendly."
After walking for some time along the dirt road, we turned off into the forest. It was greener, but not cooler. As I mentioned earlier, it was very humid and the going was tough. My shirt eventually was sticking to me uncomfortably. The change of "color" was appealing to me visually. I love the many greens the forest offers.
Each time we came across a little sunlight, we found morning glory growing up the trees, a truly beautiful sight.
In the shaded areas, we saw forest creepers growing up the trees.
Nature has something for everyone.
We walked along this beautiful path and finally came back out on the dirt road. There was much plant life to be seen too, now that its summer. Mind you, in winter there are different plants. These are the summer ones. Some grow in profusion.
While others grow daintily alone.
Everything in nature is beautiful, from little bugs that sit on flowers.
To stately trees. These two look like twins. Surprising to see two such giants standing so close to each other. Conditions must have been just perfect to allow that.
Gnarly old trees.
Even something as simple as grass. Growing anywhere else but in nature, this delight would be ripped up and discarded as a weed. Here, its just perfect.
The walk was not without having to negotiate loads of mud from our recent heavy rains. I was having to pick my way through this very carefully. My knee is doing so well on the collagen, that despite my hiking boots, I did not want to slip or slide in the mud and wrench my knee.
We walked some more till we came to a stream.
The water was running fairly fast and making such a loud gurgling sound.
It was wonderfully cool.
The brown color is due to the vegetation.
Looking upstream from the dirt road, the area looked quite magical.
To get there, we would have to walk alongside the mossy banks as far as we could, then cross the stream, not so wide or deep as much as slippery.
Justin was the first one to attempt crossing while the dogs and I looked on to see if it could be done.
It could, with difficulty. My hubby is fairly tall...no short leg syndrome happening here.
Finally the dogs and I made an effort. It was soooo slippery I was doing it VERY CAREFULLY. Being wet from slipping and falling into the water was not an issue, hurting my knee was.
Even Bronson was doing is VERY CAREFULLY
Once we were across, the sight was unbelievably serene.
The dogs were very taken by this moving, gurgling water. Not sure whether they were enjoying it....or attacking it. Bronson and Jewel, kept biting the running water, sometimes burying their entire faces under the water.
Bronson was particularly amusing. He kept barking at the water.
He was utterly fascinated. Guess his big baby heart of 20 months was showing.
After hours of tiring walking in the humidity, we got back and found the gate was LOCKED.
Please check Justins body language...not amused. I felt the same way, after all the workers had seen us enter, so why lock us out???? Drat, that meant doubling back and walking alllllll the way out around the suburb and then back to the car. I could kick myself that I wasn't wearing my pedometer.
Oh well.....loads of exhausting exercise, some chosen some forced. By this morning, as you can imagine, I had no desire to get up and go to boot camp, but I did and guess what day it was CARDIO AND LEGS....noooooooooo.
I survived folks all the same, but admittedly I worked at half mast today. I just had nothing extra to give. I think our trainer knew from something I posted on fb because he never said a word.