Didn't get on the proper highway for Lewis and Clark this morning--opted for Chubb which is only about twenty minutes away, but unfortunately for me, there was a trail runners' race. I should have known, with all the cars, but nothing was posted, so I attempted to hike. It would have been a peaceful, cool morning under the trees--had I not had to step to the side every three minutes. When I got to the campground spur, I hike back down and drove to Rockwood. I realize I should probably hike Rockwood exclusively for a bit--as it is the only only hikers' trail (besides Lewis and Clark) in the vicinity. And since Blue is too old to hike anymore, and Rockwood allows no pets, it's perfect for now.
Redbuds in bloom. Promise of things to come.Talked to Pat and Lynnie on my cell phone for awhile, climbing a hill.
This bench looked cozy for a little journaling, but the horse flies surrounded me and prevented me from settling in, so I kept moving.
This stream means you have almost completed the three mile trail.
The Lime Kiln from another angle. Perfect 73 degree day.
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