SUMMARY: Fun in the sun and in the cow plop.
Sunday was just about a perfect spring day. Clear skies, temperatures just on the edge of cool, excellent for hiking.
We started out at 9 in the morning, and the parking lot was nearly empty. The dogs were delighted with the concept of being off leash and exploring. I mean, like, totally and completely delighted. Sniffed at everything. Boost promptly found a dead toad to roll in, and the day continued along those veins.
Wildflowers bloomed in every direction. In particular, lupines were everywhere. Some entire fields filled with the blue of lupines.
The trail ran alongside and across a stream. Somewhere a sign said no swimming, but we couldn't keep the Golden Retrievers out of it. And Tika, oddly enough for a dog who might be, who knows, Australian Shepherd and Husky, loves the water, too.
Renegade amazed me by carrying a toy almost the entire trip. Retrievers! He also displayed his innate agility. He and Boost were in puppy agility class together, but Ren is now retired from agility and spends his days hiking, swimming, retrieving, and writing his memoirs.
Horses and cows had laid out many delectable patties along the trail and meadows. Tika and Boost loved it.
Would you put your hand in there to try to reattach a leash to the collar?
None of the beasts apparently suffers from any fear of heights or of falling down the cliffs. Nice to have four feet and a low center of gravity.
Wendy and Keith and the beasts forge ahead while I--as usual--snap photos and then rush to catch up.
And so another adventure comes to an end. By the time we were home, the dogs were rested up and ready to play again. Everyone got a good hosing down, to their dismay.
These are just a few of the photos; see the rest--lots of wildflowers and happy dogs--here.