The meteors were behind a wall of clouds last night, but I hope some of you got the chance to watch the show. Meteor showers are the best.
The boys and I took it easy this morning and leisurely enjoyed our breakfast and play time. We began our ascent toward the great Forester Pass, through a really lush and green wood. The forest still had some giant fallen trees lining our route, but the tall green overpowered any sad or dry forest. There was a rush of water to our right, all day, and sweet trickles of baby rivers crossed our feet sporadically. It felt cozier and lovelier than we had seen in a while, and it had a cheery effect on all of us. The walk might have been difficult, but I couldn't say for sure; we had a fun, light day.
The boys played in an actual babbling brook, and soaked their toes while sailing bark ships down the waterfall.
As the end of the day neared, we could see the mountain we will cross tomorrow. The feeling is bittersweet. Our last mountain before Whitney.
