This week we are back on the Crooked River.
We do this a lot . . . visit a location repeatedly throughout the year. For us, it is often the destination, not necessarily the journey.
There are times when exploring a space, looking for something unique, new or just different is the mission.
But that is not this week. This week we’re trying to just get outside.
There are few places as relaxing as a spot next to moving water. It’s still early summer and the days are warm and the camp sites are still relatively empty. Neither of those will be true in a couple of weeks.
The Osprey caught fish . . . I did not.
We spotted an Oriole, which is actually pretty rare around here.
These song birds forage in riparian corridors and mainly eat insects, berries and nectar.
The canyon is painted with yellow balsamroot and wild iris. June is peak wildflower season in the high desert.
Mostly, we sat in camp chairs on the edge of the stream just enjoying being outside.