A few days sandwiched between the nineties of summer make for glorious hiking and camping conditions. Rarely can one backpack on a mid sixty degree August afternoon. Imagine, summer hiking without breaking a sweat, what a luxury. Such was the weekend past.
And, like my last trip, bugs were a non issue. Two mosquitos lit on the back of my hand. That's right, two, the entire weekend. They took too long working up the nerve to bite and consequently were cheerfully squashed. Like the saying goes, snooze you lose. Being able to sit outside and in the tent with the screen door unzipped, sans bugs, was ok by me.
A few clouds and showers rolled through during the afternoon and evening. Barely enough to wet things down. The peaceful patter of raindrops on the tent fly made for a relaxing night.
And of course, a few nice fish iced the proverbial weekend cake.