The day after my family flew back to Norway, JK and I drove to Peshastin to visit another spring classic, Sauer’s Mountain. We had driven to Leavenworth the weekend before to show my grandma the wunderbar “Bavaria” (and to buy our grumpy friend Andreas an “A grouchy German is a sour kraut” bumper sticker), but this hike is more than worth another long drive across the mountains.
We doused Wellie and Basil (and our own legs) in cedar oil in hope that it would ward off any ticks that we fragile westsiders aren’t used to, then headed on up the trail, past all the cool wood carvings on Sauer’s property and into wildflower wonderland. Glacier lilies, lupine, paintbrush, and the star of the show – balsamroot. ALL the balsamroot.
This was our best hike of the year so far, by far. We kept stopping (for me to catch my breath and) to just look around and take it all in – the flowers, the sunshine, the happy pups, and the sweet scent of ponderosa pine. Aahhh.
The trail definitely felt more challenging than it usually does, but in a good way. I was high on endorphins right from the start, thanks to my newly lowered threshold, and got an excellent workout for both my psyche and my body, not to mention lots of soothing swaying for my belly-dweller. Whenever I sit down and relax, she starts dancing around in there, but when I move, she seems to go right to sleep. This bodes well for all the neighborhood trail walks I plan to go on this fall with my little marsupial sidekick snuggled up in a baby carrier.
P.S. There wasn’t a tick in sight, huzzah!