Avoiding any travel on Mother’s Day, we wait a day — co-incident with the seventh birthday of the Dog Most Foul — and seek the social distance of Jasper Mountain on Monday. So we head out on East Highway 12, seeking the back roads and engaging in a bit of windshield photography on the way:
In time, we leave paved roads and start gaining altitude as we negotiate Jackson Mountain.
A pause for rest gives an opportunity for some ill-advised — I learned over fifty years ago that proper macro photography isn’t likely without tripod and wind barrier — closeups in the range of an inch or two.
Spotting a socially distanced 911 Cabrio on the Hwy 12 return:
