Truly, we went on a great hike today. Carson was today's trail dog and did very well. We went up a trail in Lamoille Canyon. Of course, forgot the camera and the wildflowers were amazing. However, we went up a little used trail, lost it about 2/3 of the way up and bush-whacked (literally) from there, over snow fields (very scary), through all sorts of scrub/shrubbery on high angle slopes, until we could cross the very much rushing stream. August is a couple days away, and this was like hiking at high run-off, very unusual.
My feet, knees and back (Kim K, you have my everlasting empathy) were screaming bloody murder with an hour yet to go; all down-hill, of course. For those who don't know, down is way worse than up.
Fortunately, Carson went on a little independent safari into the bushes just before we reached the car. He found the perfect gravelly spot in the stream, both for him to lay in and for me to wade in, shoes and socks still on. Heaven.
With any luck at all, wine and anti-inflammatories (yes, I know the inherent risks and really don't care) will cure my arthritic joints' noisy complaints. Carson is flat and happy, napping on the floor.
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