We had a fairly low key weekend. Saturday we were both sick, so didn’t move very far at all. Sunday we decided a walk in the canyon was in order. The only problem with that is, the deer hunt started on Saturday so being in the canyons around here is taking your life in your hands. Not a fan of the hunt.
So we decided to just drive up the canyon and see if we could find a safe spot to walk. We got to a small campground where there is a stream, so we stopped there. I was super lucky enough to get a new DSLR this week, and I have been wanting to try it out. The leaves are all over the ground now, the sun was low, and the colors were perfect.
As I was shooting pictures of the stream, I heard a Ker-plunk in the water next to me. I looked to my right and there was Roxy with a surprised, panicked look on her face, swimming. The leaves were thick on top of the water right there, so I am sure she assumed there was ground under them. So here I am, camera in hand, with a surprised dog swimming, and do I take a picture. Of course not. (duh me) I was too shocked and a little worried about her making it out of the water OK. (It was maybe 12 inches deep) She made it to shore, shook it off, and we had a very nice walk.
We found a trail that went out of the campground, so the dogs were able to run off leash and had an absolute blast.
Fall is hanging on here.
Which thrills me no end. If the weather stays nice until we get to leave it will be perfect. That’s kinda wishful thinking, but hey, I can dream too.