Pentecost Monday

Holiday Hike

While most of you were observing Memorial Day, we had a Holiday for Pentecost Monday/Whitmontag. 

In the spirit of “Use it or lose it,” we try to do a devotion (individually or collectively, depending on who is around) and something a bit special, not just regular work on such days. There are any number of people trying to remove Christian holidays from the official calendar, and if we don’t use them, God might let us lose them. 

Today, Better Half and I went to Daughter’s chalet in the mountains to dig some moor mud for planting our blueberry bushes. Afterward, we went on a long hike. It was a fine warm and sunny day, with vistas upon grand vistas. We traversed bog lands with innumerable wild blueberry bushes, fields, forests, along and across streams, past alp farms, with the mountain range in the background, and the roar of the scores of motorcycles that always populate that winding stretch of road on weekends and holidays. 

Behold. 

Hiking trails frequently go right through peoples yards.  One says “hi” and moves on. 

Folded rock, NOT from “mill’ ns and bill’ns of years ago.” It looks like it was laid down by water, doesn’t it? 

There are cattle way up there.

A water channel cut into the rock.







These are said to be edible. We didn’t try them. 

Something in the carrot family, with pink and white on the same stalk. 

And finishing with a hazy view of a tiny vacation house, also way up high, that was once a hikers’ shelter.  Not a bad view.