When my own children were young, we used to hike in the Wichita Mountains. Now that the grandchildren are visiting, we've renewed the tradition. No, we didn't take the eight-mile Buffalo Trail. We had a lot to do in one day, and the temperature was approaching ninety degrees, so we just hiked a little ways--less than a mile actually, although it included quite a bit of climbing. Since there was a great breeze, it didn't feel as hot as I knew it was.
That was fine with us, but it sure messed up Mim's posing for the camera. She always had to hold her hair out of her face.
I liked the look of the swirly clouds and the little trees against the sky here.
There were plenty of rocks and stumps to clamber over, and the wild flowers were vivid.
We saw a cosy little bench near the end of the trail, but, since it was not in the shade, it wasn't tempting in the least.
In the distance--a lake beckoned. Nope, we didn't swim in it, but we did make it back to the creek at the beginning of this article, where two squealing grandchildren scampered around to cool down, chasing fish that were as long as their feet, but swifter.