Zouey and I went back to that mosquito-ridden trail a few days later. It was supposed to go on quite a bit further than where we had left off before. But it petered out on us before too long. Don't know if we found the actual end, or if it had just washed out, or if we lost the trail, or if it just wasn't maintained, or...?
Pretty trees, river, wild roses.
Brave (?) Zou...
She says "This is more like it!" (IN the river, not over it!!)
Poor doggy, has to wear nasty nose loop. She's a puller - and very strong!! Naughty girl, so Mommy has to resort to various warfare tactics...(none of them too successful so far...!).
Puppy in the penstemon...
