The dogs and I went for a hike in the back country. It was warmer than I expected and a wonderful day. I spotted wild grape hyacinth, glacier lilies, buttercups and loratium. Snow melt tumbled down the slopes, their melodies filling the canyon.
Though the sky was mostly overcast, the sun peeked through a few times. We took a long hike and they crashed when we loaded up and headed home.
Apricot trees are blooming along the Imnaha. The river is full but not out of its banks. I pulled over and glassed 13 Bighorn sheep frolicking on the rims. That was a fun way to end the day.
Or at least I thought we were ending the day...
After topping over Sheep Creek Hill I checked phone messages. A friend had fallen and smacked her head two hours earlier. She wanted me to check on her. I headed for her house and did a walk-through. She wasn't there.
I considered calling her children who live on the other side of the state, but thought better of worrying them. I called the hospital and found her there. Light concussion but she soon was released.
She and I often have discussions about wanting to do things and having to live with some aging-related physical limitations that at the least require us to be more careful. In her case, being careful during this incident didn't help much.
I left her to rest and when I returned with homemade chicken soup for our supper, she wasn't as goofy as when she arrived home earlier. I'm glad she's improving, and admonished her as I walked out the door, "Rest!"
It's been an awesomely good day. I'm thankful for that.
A 50-something woman comes home to a place she's never been before.