Ziggy's to Mile 231 along Mission Creek

We went 21 miles through some strikingly handsome countryside of varied trail today.  It meandered up and down and over and around.  Hard to believe I wanted to quit yesterday. 

We woke up and Ziggy and Bears at 3 am!  We started to leave the place around 4 and I realized my hat was missing.  We looked around with our head torches on, rudely awakening others I'm sure, but couldn't find it.  I loved that beat up old hat and when the capricious winds start blowing it is needed as the umbrella doesn't work very well then.  Oh well and boohoo.

We climbed up and through the windmills by interstate 10 just as dawn was turning  the sky pink and the magical day began of ridge walking across a desert landscape.  The sky stretched wide.  Ravens were soaring above and below us and the trail glittered with black and gold caterpillars on the move.  Desert flowers too were shining bright and hummingbirds zipped by like mini jet fighters. It might look barren in the photos, but I'm telling you it felt alive.  We felt alive.   We also had 2 flowing streams.   TWO!!  Whitewater and the lovely Mission creek with its canyon walls colored orange, brown, gold and pink.  We washed our clothes and ourselves and took a 3 hour siesta under a bright green sycamore tree adorned with its gold dingle balls.  It doesn't get much better than this in our book.