Pleased as Mariposa rattlesnakes soaking in the 70-degree sunshine, we counted our blessings yesterday and drove 90 minutes north into the California Gold Rush Country.
After a week of uncertainty, we logged eight miles on two mostly flat hikes on Monday. Samwise still had a bounce in his step when we woke up, but I wanted him to have the day off. So, we jumped in Clarence and made the ride to Jackass Hill, where a young Mark Twain launched his literary career.
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