The hike to Hite’s Cove is an annual favorite this time of year for the amazing flowers and moderate temperatures. It’s also the furthest I’ve hiked in a day since October. 8.4 miles – getting stronger… my back was fine – but my legs got tired!
It is my new habit now when out for my ‘rehabilitation’ walks to stop whenever I hear a new birdsong and try to figure out where the bird is and whether I can identify it. As I was gazing up into a tree last week, the manager at Yosemite Lodge stopped his bike and asked if I was looking at the owl. Owl?
He told me that a Great Horned Owl is nesting in this tree near the road, making it easy to wander by and catch a glimpse near dawn or dusk. So, Tom and I got up early (we were aided by Daylight Savings) and made a trip to the Owl Tree. Sure enough – there it was. We are hoping for babies in a few weeks. Joe describes them as fluffy tennis balls with big eyes.