Cresting the summit.
We have had a few beautiful days. It only seemed right to get into the mountains one more time before the snow started falling in earnest.
Morning light touches the mountain tops. Willow scans the trail ahead.
Willow, Maynard and I set out early and were on the trail before sun up. We climbed up quickly through the bush. I studied the places I was going to have difficulty with coming down. The snow was crisp, but it would be icy directly under the trees come afternoon. Some of the ice would be unavoidable. There was a day I would hop, skip and jump down the trail.
Maynard and Willow walk the ridge.
Now I am more economical, to put it kindly. Not to many waisted steps. Some of those steps are damn slow. It reminds me that I have to stay in shape so I can show these places to Cooper and Scarlett.
In some places the snow was hard and others I broke through. On the ridge the snow was windblown hard or blown off the rocks so the going was relative easy.
Looking back along the windy ridge.
Willow led the way. Maynard stayed right with me.
The sky and sun was brilliant. The next snowstorm will make the ridge inaccessible.
Hypnotizing Maynard and Willow with a piece of cheese.
When we got back to the truck I had a cold coffee waiting for me. It hit the spot. The hounds slept the way home. Very fine day.