Later Copper locked into a solid point along the log road. She held as I walked in with heart pounding, but it proved to be any empty point.
Copper and I taking a break, with us both remembering that we're not as young as we once were.
Not as good of a picture as I had hoped for, but here's a spring bubbling out of the mountain side.
and the stream it gave life to.
As always I kept my eye open for the unusual. I spotted this old bone lying on a stump.