Several weeks ago, we decided to go camping in the Highwoods (small, local mountain range). After a relaxful night of sitting by the campfire, reading and sewing a quilt binding, we set out to get to the top of the highest mountain in the range - Baldy.
At this point, I started singing a little "Sound of Music"
There's my mountain man!
Due to a lot of random privately owned sections of land in the middle of a national forest, there was no direct route to get to the top, so we just used Grizz's phone to find ownership lines and the faint trail.
However, we were right where the trail was supposed to be, but instead of a nice trail, all we had was more bushwacking. Sad.
We turned around, but even though we didn't make it to the top, we enjoyed the scenery!
We even found this "weed" that we used quite a bit in our wedding flowers - yay for cheap ditch greenery :)
We enjoyed the hike and we enjoyed the gravel roads leading us home.
We also enjoyed the reflection made by one of the main bridges in town!