The top of the ridge has some majestic old growth trees.
We then headed down the familiar trail. So familiar that the dogs took off on their own exploration.
While calling and waiting for the wayward dogs to return, I had time to remove the new and downed trees on the old, overgrown trail. I have hopes this less steep trail will allow me longer runs with Ferrari the dog-rig.
Finally the worn-out dogs returned...
and we made our way home before the next shower.
Before making this post, I ordered bright, reflective coats for the dogs. In the future, the lovely, dark and deep woods will no longer hide the wayward. silent running, tawny Chinooks.