Numbers One, Two & Three of the Season

 

The third one beat a very hasty (and very angry) retreat into the brush leaving me no chance of snapping a photo. The first and second though, were contentedly sunning themselves in the road and paid me no never-mind as I casually stopped and recorded their likenesses for posterity. The first was a cute little one, barely out of its shell. The second one was a big bruiser, the kind you wouldn't want to run into on a dark trail. That's three in one morning; sometimes, during the season, you can go three weeks without seeing one.

"Rattlesnake

Rattlesnake

Rattlesnake

Rattles me...

Isolation

Trepidation

Don't fear nothing

Snake is bluffing

Whips his tail

Send you running

Rattlesnake

Rattlesnake

Rattlesnake

Rattles me..."

(Mackenzie)

There is still a lot of water rumbling down San Antonio Creek and there will, probably, continue to be for some time as there is still a considerable amount of snow up on Baldy. Crossing the creek to reach the island was a simple hop, skip and jump earlier in the year; now there would be no way to avoid wading. If anything, the water level in the creek, as it is in that pond I have been watching slowly fill, is higher now than the time of my last visit - all that water has been moving stones around, tumbling them here and stacking them there. My first impression of that one stack was of a hiker with little hat and backpack; or maybe a mother carrying a baby on her back. 

Anyway, it was a good weekend for seeing stuff out there, hope you got to see some stuff too.

the island and the Great White of the Wash

snowmelt

orange and yellow

creek and bluffs

the island, the Great White of the Wash, and the dam

someone's collection of rusty bits

woodland

stones below the surface

up another three-tenths

pond and inflow

low country meadow with Elderberry fringe