Yesterday afternoon, Molly and I headed to Zion to go hunting for frog photos. Hoping to find a place as equally frogtastic as the amphibious whorehouse we stumbled on last year, which long-time readers may remember from the post “no means no Kermit, and other tales from the first backpack of the season,” we failed miserably in comparison. But we did find a few frogs, lots of tadpoles (which weren’t quite mature enough to leave the water, though some had begun sprouting legs), and some really camera-shy lizards.
While hiking along the creek heading to the fairy pools, and not wanting to get my pants wet while crouching for frogs, I decided to take them off. And let me tell you, hiking without pants is the only way to go. It’s very freeing, while not being illegal. Besides, my pasty white legs needed a little sun (while photographing me later, Molly said “I need to use manual exposure because you’re so white!”).
After going for a dip at the waterfall dead-end, the clouds rolled over and we needed to get out. The whole day was back and forth between downpours and hot sun, and it would be another hour before the sun came back. We took off for the car, and got back to it to find my car keys had fallen off my carabiner somewhere along the hike… hopefully not in the water or off a rock ledge past where the trail had ended! Cameras seeking shelter under the car, and Molly hovering next to it, I took off in the pouring rain (still in my skivvies) to find the keys… which were luckily not too far back. But even if they were, I didn’t mind… such misadventures are what make the adventure!
Tree. Frog. Haha, get it? I’m lame, I know.
Molly photographing tadpoles
the glorious skies before the rain came back
me sunning and catching tadpoles… photos obviously by Molly
by Sarah
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