Autumn hikes, the smell of dry dead leaves, and flautists.

Been taking some hikes lately, as Rattlesnake Canyon in the fall keeps calling my name:

Mid-hike picnic:

Picasso-Face rock:

Sarah in the mouth of the beast:

We came to the dam from the high side, and coming around the bend, from the conduit came the most heavenly sounds of trickling water and of a sacred flute. Like walking into a biopic movie about the Buddha — the most peaceful tranquil sound ever. I thought i had found nirvana. But it was a guy playing his native American flute:

And on to the OLD dam:

And coming home, i re-read a book that i’ve read countless times over the past few weeks:

Rear view:

And thanks Esmé, x 2:

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One response to “Autumn hikes, the smell of dry dead leaves, and flautists.

  1. looks like a lovely adventure.

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