Ralph & I went kayaking yesterday at Lake Cleveland on Mount Harrison with the hopes of catching some fish.  We succeeded in kayaking, but the fish....  It was the middle of the day by the time we headed out to the mountains, there were playful shrieks, giggling and laughing, swimming of dogs and people all around the lake.  So, we didn't catch anything, but it was a fun time.

As we drove out, and as we drove around in the desert wilderness, I noticed that, amidst the browns of the sand and greens of the sage brush, there were subtle spots of colors beautifully placed around.  I don't remember what they were, except different kinds of paintbrush in some spots, but that didn't account for the blues and purples, which I also saw.  Yarrow, Queen Anne's Lace.  But I can't name them all.  A treat for the eyes.  The landscape of the desert, just like any other landscape, has beauty.  But those other colors...they were like a personal acknowledgement from God.