Sugar Loaf State Park
This morning I took a hike through Sugar Loaf State Park, it feels like a taste of Yosemite here, a gem of nature so close to home. I lost myself crossing the running creek, dipping my sandals into the crisp, clear water, my bare feet tingling with sensation. Wide winged vultures glided by as I climbed up into the hills. I found a bench looking into the view (above photo). I could hear a pileated woodpecker, her presence becoming familiar on my recent hikes.
Perfect ledge formations dug into the mountain for big cat naps
The tentacle arms of melancholy cannot grasp me here. I can spend minutes that seem like hours watching the mountains for life, always searching for bears, mountain lions, a coyote, bobcat, or fox.
I am getting better at spotting the hawks. I believe this one is a juvenile. I haven't been able to identify the species. I plan on visiting this park often. When the weather gets warmer, I will hike in the evening and eat my dinner as the sun goes down watching for owls.
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