Today was windy and cool, a California autumn on the heels of a hot Indian summer. Zephyr and I hadn’t been to the river in weeks. It was time.
Starting out in the park. Bright eyed and ready to walk.
By 5:30 the sun was heading west, cooling down so Zephyr could make the first half of the hot dry trek to the river. I love the dusty dirt road, but Zephyr heats up fast these days. I have to be careful.
If Zephyr were any other animal. He would be an otter.
The water is still amazingly high, higher than I’ve ever seen it this late in the season. Gates at Folsom must be wide open, because you can see the rise marks along the sand.
The sun was still hot on the upper dirt road, so we took the forest path along the river, which stays hidden in trees and vines. The path is very narrow in places. Fallen trees block passages. Despite, the dreadful “beaver fence” all along the rocky ledge, the beaver have been busy. (The dreadful fence keeps deer out, dogs out, people too, but the beaver, not a chance.)
Zephyr ahead of me on the trail. He trots on then turns and makes certain I’m coming. At 12 1/2 years old, he can still trek ahead. This makes me SO happy.
A little trouble on the big rocks at the end. Agility is best kept to the flat trail.
Coming back on the high road. Having fun in the setting sun.
We made it! Zephyr gets the rock ‘n’ roll dog award for this trek. Our celebratory photo. Every single time we can still make this trek I feel blessed.