Summer Camping in the Angeles National Forest: Part Two

My bag, tucked close under a tree to help keep it dry during the intermittent rain.

The K-Bar my father gave me a few years back, this time being used as a hanging device.

Late afternoon sun, looking south.

A Stellar's Jay (closely related to the Blue Jay) hung out in and around the campsite for the duration of our stay.

Summer Camping in the Angeles National Forest: Part One

Mount Baden-Powell (9,406ft.)  to the southwest of the campsite. From what I've read, there is an 8 mile hike that climbs 2,800ft up the north face to the summit that is a "must-do" for any serious Southern Californian hiker.

Mid-afternoon sun coming down through the trees, warming the fallen pine needles below.

A surplus of wood, ready for that evening's fire.

Home for the night.

A late-afternoon stormed rolled through, bringing with it rain and lightning. This was the calm before the storm.

Seasonal.

Chautauqua Park, located on the western edge of Boulder, Colorado boasts what many consider the best views of the Flatirons. Here's two looks at the First Flatiron in two stages of its yearly progression from snow white to summer green, through fall reds and back to snow white. As of now, Chautauqua is a green meadow blossoming with wildflowers. Image soon to come.

Shot on February 11, 2012.

Shot on March 15, 2012.

Weather Front

From this afternoon.

Mist.

Into the fog. San Onofre, June 2011.

Welcoming the fall colors with open arms

Not really having seasons is something you must overcome when living in southern California. Being there my entire life I could only say that I had seen mere glimpses of seasons; a little rain and some cold in winter, a short bloom of green come spring, then heat until winter. Fall damn near doesn't exist some years. Being here in Colorado I'm just starting to get my first glimpses of what fall will be. These are from this mornings bike ride. I'm stoked thus far. Much more to come I'm sure.

Storm chasing

yesterday evening