The weather forecast was iffy, so another lazy hike was on the agenda for Sunday. Lakes are generally the best destination when you’re not sure you’re going to have any views, so our group of five humans and four furry beasts wandered up to Lake Valhalla in search of the fabled sandy alpine beach.
Sandy it was! In fact, if you ignored the goosebumps, it was almost like being back in Hawai’i! We found a suitably pale Norse god lounging on the beach.
Being part of the wrong mythology didn’t keep Zeus and Athena from enjoying Lake Valhalla, and Wellie did his best to attempt to play with the big dogs (poor Jasper was, yet again, involved in an involuntary swimming situation).
I was the only two-legger brave enough* to face the icy waters of Valhalla…then I spent the rest of the lunch break shivering in my puffy jacket. It is with mixed emotions that I must announce that autumn has arrived in Washington.
*ok, so I was the only one with enough insulating body fat to go swimming.