The trail to Big Laguna Lake stretched before us, following a fence that keeps hikers out of a endangered butterfly field.
Over some hills and through a forest we hiked down to Big Laguna Lake with a name nearly bigger than the water it now holds.
Cows graze on National Forest land - these were in the mud at the waters edge.
Hiking in that area called for a sharp eye --
We nearly stepped on the crispy corpse of half a toad. Perhaps they don't taste good enough for seconds.
And flattened into our trail was a small lizard that didn't move fast enough.
Our 3-1/2 hr hike yesterday finished at Little Laguna Lake - not a lake in August, but foot high soft rich meadow grass that blew in ripples with the afternoon wind. ~N
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