The last national holiday weekend of summer is always a poignant moment and a chance to reflect on seasonal progress. How could a person find a way to enjoy or be interested in their "fellow campers" when they seem to be about nothing more than noisy and showy toys? Perhaps I am not optimistic and persistent enough to find something of interest.
Instead, I aim my efforts at non-human things like topography, clouds, creeks, and dogs. And it always seems to work. My little dog sent a text message down to "Duke," her doggie friend down in Utah.
Water never seems more alive than when it splashes through a fast moving creek. I think my little girl was trying to make Duke envious of our Idaho location. He is a labrador retriever after all.
My little girl loves her lifestyle. She runs to the bicycle to get snapped into the bungee-leash. She has learned to keep her distance from the front wheel. Her pace is a relentless fast trot, occasionally breaking into a wild gallop. Her favorite moment was when she got a noisy drink from that Idaho creek:
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