It was starkly clear where the edge of suburbia meets the untamed hills.
For our last adventure of the month, we hiked a near figure-eight in Calero County Park.We passed the Calero Bat Inn (but saw no bats, who were presumably asleep).
It was another picture-perfect day, and we pretty much had the trails to ourselves. We passed a stone fixture, apparently spring-fed, for thirsty four-legged creatures. (Horses are permitted on these trails). I'd harbored some doubts about how I'd fare today (longest hike to date, six miles); whenever others paused, I would keep going. Otherwise, I knew I would fall behind.Good strategy.
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