There are so many trails up Canyon Drive.

Folks are jogging, mountain biking, on romantic walks.

It started to rain as soon as we reached the top of the hill.

These little flowers were popping up along the ridge.

It’s hard to tell if the swirlies were the same flowers, but they were growing from the same bush.

Light was shining through a part in the clouds. The ravens circled the light (or so it seemed) as if under a spell.

I wonder which trail we’ll take next.