Tuesday we had just one evening play, so we (OK, I) dawdled a bit in the morning, and then drove about 10 miles south of town to Mt. Ashland. The Pacific Crest Trail winds through the Siskiyou Mountains around Ashland, and we hiked a stretch of it that we’ve liked in past trips. We had been promised a week of cloudless, sunny weather, if a bit toasty (low 100s F), and I was surprised to see this sprig of cloud. It kept building, however, and by evening we were having thunderstorms.
Amidst the bone-dry terrain, there were a couple pockets of bog where bees, butterflies, wildflowers and birds were frantically dancing to the tune of their truncated summer. Mrs. Perils tells me the names of the wildflowers, but I can seldom remember them.
In the upper left, a yellow jacket of some kind is hauling a moth carcass down to a buried nest. I had watched him struggle mightily with his bulky prize, wondering if he meant to fly off with it before I saw him heading for the hole.
OK, enough with the eye candy - tomorrow I’ll address some plays. We see As You Like It and Distracted on Wednesday, as well as taking a guided backstage tour.