I started my day at a relatively high elevation, near Gold Creek.
We seemed to be just above the smokey haze, able to benefit from its beauty yet safe from its harm.
I never went down to Gold Creek, perhaps I should have scouted around. A little further down the trail was Deer Creek, where there was evidence of why it was so called.
By mid afternoon, we reached the Ash Camp Campground, nestled in along the McCloud River. It seemed like a perfect place to camp but with several hours of daylight left, we pushed on.
There was a very old, seemingly abandoned truck nearby, too. I wondered how it got there and how long it may remain. Some of the tires still held air.
We crossed the McCloud River on a sturdy pedestrian bridge.
And stopped to take a couple photos.
We cleaned up in the chilly mountain water, had dinner, and hiked on into the evening.