Our one day a week escape.

We headed back out to Butterfield Canyon Saturday to hike.  Lots of people on the road, hardly any where we were.  It was much needed.  This is almost like (what I assume) being in jail feels like.

View looking east from a bluff.


Survey marker on the bluff.


Looking west from the bluff.


The dog and the boy.


Cooling in the stream!


My Bob Ross moment.


Hard to see, but there were TONS of people walking the road below.  We were on a high pressure natural gas pipeline right of way.  No one else around us.


Ominous clouds were rolling in. Time to head back.


In the woods on a different trail on the way back.