No rain.

No sunshine.

Just the little dog and I walking  toward the Perseverance basin.

No bears.

No deer.

Just three mountain goats hammering brush along the flanks of Mt. Juneau.

No drama.

Just one porcupine climbing up the north side of Mt. Maria within a few feet of the Basin Road trestle bridge.

No lingering flowers.

Just strings of shriveling Oregon grapes.

No worries.