In which I go riding, and nothing interesting happened (but : pretty!)
It's August, and it's HOT in the Swampland--
the perfect time to ride down to the river!
|Leaving the Bracken parking lot at 9am, we are all alone.|
|The trail down to Pilchuck Creek is shady and cool this early in the day|
|In winter, these trails are deep mud.|
|In summer, the ground is hard and dry, but the tree roots are deep.|
|Later in the day when the air heats up, this section of trail will be very muggy|
because of all the moisture held by the trees.
|The sun has barely cleared the tree tops, so it's still cool and comfortable here.|
|This section of trail is steep and sandy. A good time to slow down and walk.|
|The speckled light is a challenge for my little camera.|
|We trot whenever we're in direct sun. Too hot to dawdle, even at 10am.|
|It's pretty easy to find some shade on these trails, though.|
|As we approach the river, I can smell the water.|
|The air is so damp here that moss grows on ALL sides of the tree trunks,|
not just the north side.
|Even in summer, the ground stays a little bit boggy at this spot.|
|That clear space ahead is the river.|
|Up to her belly in the Stillaguamish River.|
|She played "motorboat" with her lips for a while, and then|
it was time to head back to the trailhead.
|Before we leave, I throw my cooling vest and neck wrap in the water to|
soak up some chill.
|Back up the hill, we are both glad we got a chance to cool down in the Stilly.|
|No shade for almost a mile, so we trot, and I dump water from my|
bottle onto both of us.
|A shortcut through the trees, and we are almost back at the trailhead already.|
|My phone battery died, so the GPS track was lost, but I figure about 12 miles,|
and a little less than 3 hours. Just right for a Sunday morning ride!
I can't help preferring days like this, when nothing interesting happens.