Hiked a rainforest next to a glacial river in the most-western peninsula of the lower 48. Rain on Thanksgiving morning means there is no one on the trail and sightings of 3 HERDS OK ELK, at least TEN salmon, 2 bald eagles and a family of deer. After the hike we weren’t quite done so we headed to the Pacific to catch the only rays of sun found all day as we watched the weather blow by then headed home to make dinner and play cribbage (I won). Dinner was topped off with mulled rum cider and a cigar and now I’m reading Scientific American in front of the wood stove.
This is exactly as I imagined. Thank you, America.
