Walking in places like this, I’m getting very, very spoiled. I don’t want to leave, and I want time to stand still.
A bridge of gold to walk through….
I’m sorry if gold is getting boring. No doubt it will be over soon. The above pictures are all near our camp.
It’s less than 10 miles to Convict Lake, an amazingly beautiful mountain lake, now surrounded with autumn splendor.
Turns out the lake has a blacktop trail around it, so we meander along, and Joy looks for a place with easy lake access.
Occasionally, off the trail we find little picnic areas.
Like this, and
Though many leaves have already fallen, many still shimmer in the sunshine.
And the mountains shimmer with snow.
A stream feeds the lake.
But finally we come to a nice area for Joy and Shiloh to take a dip. It’s deep enough that Joy even gets to swim.
Another day we head up to Mc Gee Creek, also very near to where we are staying.
There is a campground, and no one is camped there. It’s beautiful, with shelters, tables, and bear proof containers at each site, but I will probably never pull WS up here because the road is one lane for awhile, and mainly when coming back down, if I were to meet someone coming up, the edge of the road is the edge….period…in some places.
The bottom of the above picture is the top of one of the shelters at Mc Gee Creek Campground.
One crisp, blue morning, we get set for our walk. The dogs are perky, especially Shiloh, and I can see he would just love to run. The grass is frosty, and they both roll in it and get even more invigorated.
We are walking around where we are camped.
Oh he wants to run SO bad! Well….there are no roads to speak of where we are walking, and no people are outside….no dogs. There is a large field of cattle next door but we are separated from it by a barbed wire fence….I’ll just let Shiloh off leash for a few minutes so he can run a bit….
(when will I learn????)
Oh he frolics! Shiloh is a happy boy! I’m considering letting Joy loose too, when Shiloh begins making his way over near the afore mentioned fence. Just sniffing….until like a bullet he runs through it…into the field of cattle….and I say cattle because all of them that I have seen are NOT cows, they are boys. If they are steer or bulls I have no idea, but there are between 20 & 30 of them in the field, and a few of them are within 50 feet of us.
I figure Shiloh will realize how big they are….and they are HUGE….and come running back, and I’m calling, and calling, but he is suddenly deaf, and no he doesn’t come running back, though he doesn’t run right up to them. He keeps his distance, frolicking ….as they quit munching and all turn to stare at him….and I continue to call URGENTLY from the other side of the barbed wire. They show no fear at all. My mind races to what would happen if he ventures too close!
Then he stops to sniff the ground, and I instantly remember “Cow Pie Camp” back in late September or early October of 2014….my first boondock. As I set up camp in a lovely meadow, having let the dogs run free, Shiloh took it upon himself to roll extensively in fresh cow pies. Suddenly I had a brown dog, instead of a Golden. OH NO! Not again! But oh yes, Shiloh drops and rolls….repeatedly….joyfully! Having the time of his life!
Finally I call “Shiloh you get back over here to your mommy RIGHT NOW!” and suddenly he is running back to me full speed ahead. His word for me is ‘mommy’, and it does seem to soften his heart when I use it. “Mommy loves Shiloh”, etc. So, I don’t know if the M word motived him or if he just felt the urge to return, but here he is coming through the fence to me, wearing his new perfume.
This time he’s not a brown dog though, just a brown spotted dog. Perhaps the pies were somewhat dried, or slightly frozen. He still needs a bath though, NOW.
We trot back home where I heat water for his bath and use Cedar Mountain Dog Shampoo. While I get the water warm for the rinse, he rolls in the dirt. WHY NOT??
After the rinse and towel dry he is newly invigorated and looks longly back towards the fence. OH NO YOU DON’T BUDDY!
Understandably, I forgot to take pictures during this event. I do have a few though from before and after:
Here is the fence and a couple of the boys, but the boy parts are hidden by the BBQ grill.
Joy avoiding eye contact with the guy, at a different time.
Shiloh left some of his fur behind on the fence….can you see it on that wire, in the middle?
So now I know that a barbed wire fence has no effect on Shiloh, and I won’t make that mistake again. I hope.
Ok, we are all safe and sound, and here is a picture of Crowley Lake.
On Tuesday we will head south again, but only to Bishop this time, for a couple days at least. See you then!