The hike was glorious in part because the wildflowers were out in force. Red, yellow, white, blue, purple, every clearing on the mountain as we climbed. Gorgeous.
My mother called the Fourth of July “the glorious fourth”. I kept thinking of her yesterday. We hiked Mount Townsend yesterday and it was glorious. We drive up through clouds, a bit disappointed that there would not be views, but still determined. The hike starts at 3000 feet, so we drove out into the sun before that!