Two weekends ago, we took a hike to one of my favorite places, Dusty Lake. I just needed to cast a fly rod, and the girls wanted a hike. It's not far, about 1 mile to the lake, but it's like descending into time, scrambling down the basalt cliffs to a desert lake. Lots of sage along the way, which Sage loves to smell.
Does it get any better?
Murphy's Day.
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