But overnight the wind blew itself out and the clouds blew away, and the day dawned unbelievably gorgeous. Magnus and Ghost are feeling better, and it was clearly no morning for hanging around the lair. So off we went to the Short Canyon.
Look close and you can still see Ghost favoring that hind leg on the rocks, but it didn't stop him playing canine mountain goat.
C'mon, Uncle Joel! Quit fiddling with the shiny thing and let's go!
The Short Canyon is a pleasant walk; not too hard, not too long, lotsa nice scenery. It's not quite a tame walk, but not something you know you'll have to drag yourself back from.
We got to the water hole, but it was empty; not a big surprise, it only fills with more precip. We haven't had that much snow. Then it can stay full for a week or more.
Fritz found a nice melt hole further on, though. Rock holds a little water better than sand does, duh.
And on the way back, everybody had a party. The pause that refreshes!
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