There is nothing I love so much as being in the woods. The prospect of a trip north leaves me giddy and making lists, even if it’s just for a weekend. Since Gwynn is back up north with my family, it’s doubly exciting to go up. After all – what’s better than the woods? Seeing one’s pooch for the first time in a week.
It might just be one of the most wonderful things… to be greeted with such absolute love and happiness.
This trip, I drove up with some friends of Doodle’s (and mine). One advantage of this is that we actually got some photographs of the drive up!
Another is that K has a fancy camera, an artistic eye, and an enjoyment of taking pictures. Any pictures with unusual colouring are definitely hers. Other pictures, it’s probably equal chances being from my camera or hers.
Fiddling with colours…
… and artistic
It was considerably chillier up there than it has been most of the summer. And rainy, though we lucked out with clear skies friday night, saturday morning, and sunday morning.
I’m kind of in love with her camera’s selective colour options
K & S … Doodle had to work on Sunday, unfortunately, so she missed out on hiking shenanigans
Gwynn found some puddles after all that rain
He’s very good at recall lately, and we practice a lot… still, on trails in this kind of woodland, I let him drag the long-line for short stretches, and call him back often.
We had a great trip, even with the rain. Less fun… the trip home.
two lane undivided highway + Sunday afternoon cottage traffic + an accident closing the southbound lane = usually 4 hour drive extended to nearly 7… shoot me now.
a better picture to leave you with… sometimes Gwynn chickens out after he gets up on the rocks. Or his ‘getting up’ point is too close to a very long drop for my sanity.