On 14 Jul 12, we headed to West Fork Blacks Fork for a flat backpack for Tracy’s healing ankle. Somehow we had never hiked here, and this trail was really, really pretty. The forecast was calling for rain and cold, but we decided we would try it…
To the attentive eye, each moment of the year has its own beauty, and in the same field, it beholds, every hour, a picture which was never seen before, and which shall never be seen again. - Ralph Waldo Emerson