We stopped for lunch at Squaw Creek. Looking up from my food, I was startled to see two huge dark brown shapes staring at me. Skittish but thirsty, we watched as the cows took a drink, then bolted away when we moved, only to meander back to the creek again.
Just past the Angel of Shavano Trailhead, something darted across the trail in front of Sierra, startling her. The snake slithered onto a nearby branch, then stopped. The snake sat patiently as we leaned in for a closer look. Sierra stroked his back, learning the smooth, slippery, scaly feel of his skin.
The final descent to Highway 50 traversed an arid hillside sparsely covered with pinyon pines, flowering cacti, and other hardy plants. Grandpa was waiting at the trailhead, and whisked us away to dinner amid a torrential downpour. We are now just over halfway!