The Trail is Quieter Today.

 It is a heavy, somber day in my corner of the woods. My tail is low as I share some heartbreaking news with you all.

A few days ago, my dear hiking companion Sequoia suffered a neurological event. Despite his strength, it was a mountain he could not climb back from. The vet gently let us know it was time for his soul to find a new path.

Sequoia was the ultimate master of the trail. While I was carried in the backpack, he was always there—nose to the earth, cataloging every scent the wind carried.

 He knew the best spots for a long drink of icy creek water and never, ever missed the crinkle of a wrapper that signaled a shared snack of cheese.

The forest feels different now. The rhythm of his paws alongside mine is a melody I will miss every time I step onto the dirt.

Onward my friend. May your new trails be endless, the creeks always cold, and the cheese always plentiful.

LF

First Hike of March

 Hiya Blog World.

Finally a blog post (a'hem) and a hike.  One of the best photos came from the start of the hike before the roommates even left the car.  The purple flowers were the main wildflowers out today but they were abundant. 

An old telephone pole, perhaps I will be learning about this in Archeology 301 this quarter? 

Some damage of last years fire, a lot more on the other side of the trail but someone (ie the sekrebeary) decided pictures of the dog were more important than me documenting the fire. 

Such a nice day, Spring is so close.