Tarantula Hike

Pete, Narda, me and C all crammed into Gaylord's hatchback to motor over to Mitchell Canyon. Them male tarantulas are out for their mating hunt. I decided against trying to touch one- it's a kind of harassment I think.

Dipping aToe in Bass Lake

Hukleberry Preserve

Clees and I poached a few huckleberries on a warm Sunday afternoon. It's an intimate hike squeezed in by the huckleberry bushes and the bay laurels.

Afterwards, we scrounged together all the cash in our pockets to get a bowl of ice cream at ici. I felt like a kid with only five bucks and change in my sweaty hands waiting in line- regretful C and I could only share a three scoop. Even with exotic offerings like basil icecream, C wanted malted vanilla chocolate chip and chocolate hazelnut. After much negotiation, C conceded to a scoop of honey saffron, chicory, and the malted vanilla.