Today turned out to be too busy for any new creativity so I offer another picture from yesterday's hike. This was a strong runner up to tell my story of our "trek" down the mountain. This is Cashel, right around the moment when he realized what we were doing to him. Considering we were more than 3/4ths of the way back, we felt extremely lucky. He's been known to poop out in the first 15 minutes... Recognizing what this look meant, and it's impact on our getting back to the car sometime before dark, David put Cash on his shoulders and a fair pace was maintained. Although apparently Cash hates heights and sitting on someone's shoulders is only marginally better than trudging along. Poor tired bubby! The background is lovely though, no?!
