Heading home through the grass and sage lands.

As I was stepping along, a familiar sound entered into my head. It was coming from water flushing beneath this triangular slab of snow. And it sounded as if I had just flushed my toilet at home.

Quite often I found myself exploring stuff at my feet instead of paying attention as to where I am headed.

And consequently it has just come to my attention that I am all along in this vast open space.
Where in the world have my hiking companions vanished to?

No, that's not them.

Back on Track.

The trek back to our cars begins as a gentle slope .

Our destination is beyond the hump sitting atop that distant ridge.

Let's follow along, shall we.

Still having fun.

Photo courtesy of Wayne O.

Petrified poop? Hmm . . . maybe.

This is not a smart thing to do.

Once upon a time, and not too long ago, we were along the Red Deer River and eating lunch amongst those distant trees.

Maybe the lad in the previous photo took heed to his partners wise words and moved on to something less challenging. And a good thing too, because nothing good would result from him slipping off of the ridge.

Time for a bit of jocularity.

Moving On

Still climbing.

One of the benefits of gazing upon your travelling boots is happening across these little gems.

Back On Top

Just because we are packing up our hiking gear, by no means suggests our day has come to an end. Nope!

Our final chapter is coming soon.