It's sweatshirt weather, and who's complaining?
Not I.
My phone says the next ten days are going to be delightful.
Well, actually, it just shows a whole bunch suns and a list of temps ranging from mid-40s to mid-70s.
That spells "d-e-l-i-g-h-t-f-u-l" to me.
Bill and I enjoyed a delightful drive to the mountains yesterday afternoon.
He wanted to stop and fish in a little stream for 15 minutes, so I took along a book and a chair.
The rest of the trip simply involved sight seeing along mountain roads still wet from heavier rains than we had received in Sandpoint.
We drove up on the Myrtle Creek Road and down on the Snow Creek Road west of Bonners Ferry.
Colors were vibrant the entire way thanks to a thorough cleansing from the recent rain.
As hot as it's been for so long, I was somewhat and pleasantly surprised, when we reached the Cook's Pass area, to see an abundance of wildflowers still in bloom.
Granted, leaves had fallen from the fireweed, but thick patches still offered a brilliant hot pink accent to the greenery.
That, along with the contrast of stunning heads of goldenrod and those flowers with tiny white buds and yellow centers, created a magnificent show along most of the roadsides in the pass area.
And, the orange clumps of mountain ash berries are making their appearances too.
Twas nice to see all these floral attractions and shrubs in their fresh, squeaky clean states, where in most cases, a summer's coat of dust hides their pure beauty.
Bill picked a little stream with waterfalls on the Snow Creek Road for his fishing while I pulled out my chair, munched on munchies and read several pages from Ryanne Pilgeram's book about Dover called "Pushed Out."
Bill caught no fish, noting that the dramatic change in water temperature probably played a factor.
It was really nice to drive to the mountains with no concerns of fires or smoky air and wonderful rewards of floral beauty.
Looks like some similar opportunities may lie ahead.
Happy Monday.
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