“Map? We don’t need no stinkin’ map!”

Last weekend, Gwen, the pups, and I ignored the gloomy skies and headed to a coastal foothill called Mt. Erie. It was chilly at the trailhead, and although our wipers got a short workout on the 40 minute drive, it was dry. Perhaps 15 minutes along the trail the sun hit the canopy and the forecast promised to be happily wrong. Continue reading