Wright's Lake.

Is the air smoky where you are Hutters? Ugh, the mornings here are thick with smoke from the Yosemite Rim Fire. The ash and burnt air blow away before noon so I feel very fortunate we have clean-ish skies for the majority of the day. On Sunday we jumped at the chance to get out of the foothills and head for higher ground. My friend Jaxi invited us to join her and her family on a little outing to Wright's Lake. I spent many summer weekends hiking here as a child and teenager. It was a sweet feeling to return and enjoy the peace of this quiet spot. Strangely and awesomely we ran into our neighbors and they joined us too. A gaggle of girls splashed in the cold water then shivered on the banks while Goo, the only boy Little, tried to keep up. We picked wild blueberries and enjoyed easy company while taking in the fresh, crisp air.

Littles on a log.