At any rate, we have been talking about camping so we went to scope out some camping spots. LAst winter, one of these friends and I went snow shoeing and loved the spot so much we thought it would be wonderful camping. We returned on Sunday.
Let's just say it would be horrible camping. The mountain that was deliciously cold with a 10 foot snowpack was scorchingly hot. The delightful easy trails marked at eye level in the snow were actually two feet deep in scrubby brush with sparse signage way over our heads. We finally found some OHV trails... Which were ankles deep in sandy dust! Yeah, we got a little dirty.
But it was an adventure, dammit!
We worked our way in for a while until we got to a less dusty section to sit and have a picnic. We had all brought veggies and dips and bread, so it was a super healthy extravaganza spectacular. Delicious.
And then we all agreed to try camping elsewhere.
On the way home we stopped to see some waterfalls. As soon as we approached, we were greeted with a blowing mist that was a perfect natural air conditioner. We strolled along, put our feet in the icey cold river, and let the mist wash the dust out of our throats.