Tenacity

Yesterday morning I took a solo hike to the top of Mill Hill above Twisp, also known as Cross Hill. The steep trail has about 2,300 feet elevation, so I obviously have to pace myself.  But what's the rush, with beautiful views in every direction?

 

 

Near the top, I found a little rock perch to sit and rest, looking down the street where we live. 

 

My tail was dragging by the time I got back to the car-- but counting my blessings with almost 10,000 steps logged on the watch. 

 

Near the parking lot, I walked past my nemesis, the Russian Thistle (AKA common tumbleweed.) The enormous plants were happily thriving on fill dirt in the hot sun. The single strong tap root provides all nourishment until it breaks free and scatters its seed bounty across the landscape. You have to admire that kind of plant tenacity and genius.