The second cabin morning, DH and I took off on a walk, again before the kids were up, but he decided that walking up the road is much too tame for him. He wanted to follow one of the deer trails through the property and bushwhack it to the river. We've already discussed my lack of ability to do this. We were in grass up to our knees, I couldn't see where to put my feet or what was under the grass that might trip me up....pieces of fallen trees, a dip in the ground. I was taking life and limb in my hands doing this. I ended up with my swear filter slipping slightly and several scratches on my legs from unseen branches sticking up just under grass height.
Ollie, on the other hand was having the time of his life, doing the crazy dog run back and forth in front of us. We did eventually make it to the river.
I am just to the left of the big log jam here, facing upstream.
The river is quite a bit lower now with the hotter temperatures.
Ollie felt brave enough to step in at this spot.
We slithered further left to a wide spot with a big hole where DH threw sticks for Ollie. We wondered if he would step off the security of the rocks and actually swim for the sticks.
But he did, snorting out his nose like a horse as he went.
Since we have such cool morning temperatures, I am seeing little signs like this that fall will come to the cabin sooner that we think.
See those little yellow leaves? DH and I went for a rhino ride later in the day up one of the canyons close to the cabin. We drove up in elevation and close to the top of the mountain, we could see some yellow leaves on the aspen trees. It amazes me how short the growing season is.