…in chilly weather.
Dressed for success…
Category: dog
Friend Rock…
I think the locals call it “perched rock” or “balanced rock” or some lame thing like that. When I first saw it, I was about 3, and I dubbed it Friend Rock…I mean, look at it! Wouldn’t you want it to be your friend? It’s always been mine.
I paid too much money for a hoodie with Friend Rock on it. Worth every penny. I would have paid twice as much.
K had to set up this fancy shot, but if you zoom in, you see the dog is going ballistic (she thinks K is leaving us), and I’m screaming at her to take the @$%^ picture already.
Beautiful June Lake…
The level’s low, but it’s still so lovely.
I’m no tracker, but I’m guessing this is deer.
Carson Peak.
Just digging around the shoreline.
Little Jo checking out the lake. She said it tasted good.
She took exception to the little ripples lapping the shore.
There’s no place like the eastern Sierras!
Home away from home…
From the main street…
Our little rustic 1920-something cabin. Mega-cozy.
Jo staked out her safe space immediately.
She’s had enough of this whole “driving” thing…
8 hours is a long haul for a puppy.
And for humans.
A favorite Hwy. 395 landmark…
This cinder cone thrilled the hell out of me when I was little. I don’t know if it has a name. Doesn’t matter…it’s awesome! Also, there’s a sasquatch crossing the road. I mean, what a great shot!
No, she’s not angry…
…she’s focusing intently on her precious yak cheese stick.
Surf’s up, pup!
Questionable form, but still, nice ride.
That tongue though…
It must be attached at the tail.
She doesn’t like it when we leave…
…not because she minds spending time in her crate. But because she hates being left out. She has the worst case of FOMO ever.