Grassdog

I seem to have the convenient job of blogging on Sunday--usually a day off. It may just seem that I'm lazy, not writing about fancy things like phytoremediation and the mechanics of milling metals and whatnot, but really it's the luck of the draw. Because yesterday, we went for a swim in the grass alongside Waterdog Lake.



It was a 7.6-mile roundtrip hike from the wastewater treatment facility in Lake City (oooh, bubbling wastewater) up to Waterdog, through aspen groves and meadows of wildflowers. And just for the record, yes, we did swim in the lake, too--though not without some trepidation concerning alpine gators and tentacled aliens lurking in the weedy waters...