I headed up to Sycamore Canyon this morning to look for Monarch butterflies. It's supposed to be a popular fall habitat for them, but I only saw three on the actual trail. I spotted about ten more in the parking lot after my two-and-a-half-hour hike.
I hiked and hiked, searching the skies for butterflies, as the hot sun tried to sap my energy. As you might expect, it was a real workout for me. But I'm used to that sort of hard work.
Oh, who am I kidding?!? I barely did any work at all. Thanks, Sherpa!
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