My plan for yesterday was to hike among the redwoods, but it was SO STINKIN HOT. Seriously, it was hotter than it was in Phoenix. I drove through them and admired them, but was feeling tired and cranky. So I parked my chair in the Smith River and read a trashy romance novel. No regrets.
I got a slow start today, but this afternoon I hiked to Wolf Creek Falls near Roseburg. It was such a pretty trail, and I had it all to myself.
The falls are 75 feet high and weren't flowing very much.
I tripped twice during this hike. Skinned both knees. Typical.
I had to cheer for the Hawks #becauseitsthecup, so I found a little dive bar in Glide. A super nice couple invited me to stay at their cabin for the night! But I didn't want to impose, and I knew I'd be clearing out early in the morning, so I politely declined. Although now that I'm out here completely alone in the woods and it is eerily quiet, I am regretting that decision just a bit!
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