Page 24 - Volume 3 - Walks In The Black Range

my way in. Where the valley widened, I waded through the high grass and felt a sadness to be leaving. I took a couple more photos with the yellow tops of narrow leaf cottonwoods along the creek and the shadow of Lake Mountain in the distance. Back at the car I realized I had overshot my time by a little more than hour. I thought about returning someday, camping nearby, getting an early start and doing it all over again, but just a bit more slowly.