On Sunday, the Lady and the Man took me up Sacajawea Peak, the highest mountain in the Bridger Range. Still snow on the ground of course, but generally nice and sunny.
It starts in the woods,
then moves up to what locals call 'hard scrabble', which is basically gravel and impossible to climb.
After seeing me uncontrollably slide down a slope for ten feet, the man had vertigo or something so he didn't cross the treacherous snow ledge,
but the Lady and I went all the way up to the top of the Ridge. In the photo, you can see her trying to clear a path through the snow. It was very steep, with no handholds. We could see the Peak, but it was still quite a ways away, so we skipped it until later.
The arrow is the Lady and I at the top ridge. The Man took some movies to give you a sense of the terrain.
I was exposing my gigantic private parts to all the plants, which may explain why my belly and naughty bits are covered in welts from biting flies. It should get better, doesn't really itch but looks pretty scary.
They took MamaLu to the vet this morning to get her "fixed", whatever that means. I apparently won't get "fixed" until eight months. (I'm five and a half months old now.) All I know is that my hair is super lustrous and curly.
So we've been hiking a lot, no real news. I saw Otto yesterday, he's looking much fatter. He had giardia from eating all the goat/chicken/bear/badger/cow poop and drinking from non-running water, don't really know what causes it. He's plumping up nicely. My feet are bigger than everyone's in the house, and I'm now just as tall if not taller than MamaLu. I intend to get much bigger and louder.. that's the plan. The Man and the Lady have been slow in getting photos up on the blog, but I'll stay on them to keep more current!
