At one point, we lost the path and walked through this. I didn't think too much about poisonous spiders or snakes (thank you, Sonja) as I clambered through the undergrowth in my Keen sandals.
Some trees that I helped plant a couple years ago.
Four dogs in Northern Idaho.
The gate . . . to nowhere.
Northern Idaho shots attempted through my sunroof as I drove down 95 to Moscow.
My entire pack. Since we'd had a relatively easy morning walk, and I planned a relatively easy evening ride, all the dogs came, and they loved it. I have occasionally wondered how Sikem would respond to an injured dog lashed to his saddle.
An arty shot of myself. Note the averted gaze and the oblique angle. Mom, note the helmet.