I checked the weather before packing and it was supposed to be 65F in the daytime, 35F at night. Figuring I'd be indoors I packed tshirts and a pair of jeans. A pullover would have been a smart move on my part. Oops. Friday night when I arrived it was pretty cool, but I survived. Saturday morning, the sky was clear, bright blue and sunny - the perfect day. Sunday morning it was cold, overcast and rainy. Not quite what I would think of as spring.
Here's another shot of the landscape.
And of a Douglas Fir tree. They were everywhere, and one of my favorite kinds of trees. I grew up in California, hiked a lot and saw many pine trees. The same when I lived in Switzerland. It was easy to feel comfortable around so much greenery.
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