Well, actually, it was "a hiking we a went". On Sunday April 5th Troubadour and I took advantage of the unseasonably warm 78˚F weather here in the Willamette Valley and went on a 5-mile hike up Bald Hill.
Luckily we live about a half mile from the trailhead so it is just a hop, skip and a jump away. It was a great day and we tried to take several pictures since we actually remembered the camera this time.
We took this picture of an old wooden cross. It is located at the top of Bald Hill at the base of a tree. Not sure of the history of it. It might be a very old grave marker or it could be something else. If you look close you can tell where it had been buried in the ground.
Here is one from a different angle in black and white. For some reason the picture just holds your attention.
This picture is taken along the path up to the top of the hill. I thought the tree limbs made an interesting composition against the brilliant blue sky.
Troubadour asked that I pose for a picture as there aren't many of me out there. We took pictures of him as well, but we'll save those for a separate future post. He takes such a good picture he needs his own post, mind you, I might be slightly biased.
"Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop off like autumn leaves." ~John Muir