I could hear also the distant voices of passing bicycle folk training for the Iron Man.
It is amazing how small sounds can travel in a large valley.
|Fallen Ponderosa Pine Trunk.|
|Spring in the valley, Winter in the hills|
|Meadowlark singing from a fence|
|Old Cattle Pen|
|White Lake. Marmots live under these rocks....|
|Old Cattle Chute with Moss|