Up where the air is clean

Sunday morning found us itching to get out of town and away from the smoke and smell of the still burning landfill (see previously).

Blue Mountains
So we headed for the hills.

We be burnin'
We looked down across the Liguanea (say: Li-ga-nee) Plain; a blueblack cloud covered the city and sealed in the noxious smoke.

Wild raspberries, Holywell
At over 4,500 feet above the smog,

we hiked in the cool clear air,

ate wild raspberries …

Lichen-infested tree

… and tried to pronounce lichen.

Lichen wall, Hollywell










We reluctantly headed back down at sunset.

Thank god for smog

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