Strawberry Canyon is a great walk, a beautiful view, good exercise, and less than twenty minutes from the house. But for some reason, we hadn’t visited since it started raining heavily in October. OK, that reason was a very steep section that bipedal members of the Bill-Klondike team didn’t feel like dealing with when covered with mud. But still, four months is way too long without a visit, so Klondike and I took advantage of a ‘paws’ between showers to show up yesterday.
Perhaps because he hadn’t been there for a while, perhaps because the cool air and light sprinkle may have reminded him of his ancestral home in the Pyreneese mountains, Klondike was in a fine mood, brimming with energy.
There were tons of fallen trees along the trail, victims of prolonged drought and then torrential rains.
An underappreciated benefit of these rains is the opportunity for Klondike to put on black fashion socks (which can also decorate the interior of the car and house), and me to appreciate my waterproof hiking boots.
Of course, one of the best parts of these walks is making new friends. Klondike has high standards and only hangs out with the really cool dogs, but Willow, a nine-month-old puppy, clearly made the cut. Enjoy!
Strawberry Canyon, February 19, 2017.