Spring Break, chapter 5

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 But we were not done with our spring break, no way! We also wanted to do a little hiking closer to home, so the next day we drove up to a local wildflower spot, Table Mountain.  It really is pretty flat for the top of a mountain and makes for nice, easy hiking (except the rocky deposits all over the place, which are sharp and hard on the ankles).

However, it's been such a long, cold, and wet spring that the flowers had barely had a chance to get started.  Normally in the third week of March you'd expect to see many types of flowers, with drifts of blue lupins among the yellow goldfields, but when we were there, only the tough goldfields were out, with a few other companions.

We had a good time hiking down to our usual destination at the top of Hollow Falls.  We got to see a couple of newts doing their thing.  Mostly we just enjoyed the outdoors!




<< The waterfall is invisible, over to the left

It's a newt!





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