‹ chat statusWe drove just outside of town this morning and headed into the woods with Huxley. Since he's so low to the ground, we have to stick to the trail which, in this case, is an old horse trail. The challenge is to keep him from eating the horse poop. Here's what it looked like as we started out:
There's a lot of ponderosa pine there and, when you lay down under one and look up, this is the view:
We had waited too late in the morning and it was already getting too hot for the little panting dachshund. My wife poured some water into my cupped hands and the Huxster drank gratefully. Then we came upon what I think must be an old, abandoned chuck wagon.
The trail was essentially uphill and we reached a point where we thought, if we didn't turn back, we'd be carrying Huxley, so we began a slow back track toward where we'd parked the truck. This last photo is from where we turned back. You can see the sandstone hoodoos up at the top.
My wife and I vowed to return in the early evening hours without Huxley to walk further up the trail. I may carry a sack for collecting rocks for my rock garden. There's a dry wash that parallels the trail that is strewn with some very colorful specimens.
posted on Aug 24, 2008 11:03 AM ()
That's exactly right!
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