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Day two of the long weekend was celebrated with a hike, in the Ghost this time.  We walked up to a little lake called Johnson’s Lake, although we refer to it fondly as “snail lake”.  Snail lake is a small little mountain lake about 3 kilometres from where we used to regularly camp.  There are thousands of little snail shells along the beach and when the kids were young, we used to take home handfuls of shells every time we visited. 

The walk up to the lake is all uphill, but it is all in the trees and it is really not too bad.  We had lunch on the shore of the lake, and then we decided to have a little fun.  We decided to try to convince the dogs to swim.  For those who don’t know, ridgebacks are notoriously un-fond of water.   Mungo, for instance, refuses to go onto the damp grass to pee and will skitter around a puddle rather than get his feet wet.  Sargon has been a little less worried about water, and actually thinks if you hit it fast enough, you can run right on top of it.  Here are some shots of him trying just that.

The problem with his theory is that eventually gravity wins and you end up with a very sad looking hound!

No actually, Sargon had a blast.  He kept running in an out of the water and we even got him to swim.

Even though Mungo does not like water, he hates being shown up by a baby hound MORE!  (Also he likes beef jerky!)

Unfortunately, every time Mungo made it back to shore, Sargon thought he should attack him.  He is really like a terrible little horsefly as far as Mungo is concerned-he buzzes around and occasionally bites.

Luckily, Mungo is still superior when on terra firma.

Take that you nasty little fly!!!!

Some of you faithful readers (you know who you are), may have realized that a few weeks ago we were “haked”, I mean hacked.  Somehow that fact that we were violated by a poor speller makes it worse!  In any case, our webmaster has got things more or less on track now.  Some of the posts are still missing and a few pictures need to be re-inserted.  I will get to that as soon as possible, but I thought I would post something new first. 

Sargon is doing okay.  We just finished an obedience class and Sargon did well.  He even got to wear a little graduation hat.

I know, it looks a little silly, but Sara made me promise to get a picture. 

Last week, the kids went to camp and Kevin and I had a week to ourselves.  We went out for supper…twice!  We even took a day off in the middle of the week to go hiking.  We actually went to Kananaskis, which we haven’t done in years and years.  It is usually easier and more enjoyable for us to hike in areas other than provincial and national parks, so the dogs can run free, but we though we would give it a try.

It is widely known that there are two kinds of hikers in the world.  I am a forest/field/flower hiker and Kevin is…not.  Kevin is a view hiker.  He likes to get above tree-line and look around.  I like to call these particular hikes “spider hikes”, because spiders are the only living things you see when you are above tree-line (do I sound bitter?).

The hike started off great.  We walked though a great meadow to a fresh forest and sat by the most beautiful little tarn.

See the wonderful wild flowers.

Ahh…amazing!

Then the trail changed and we started to go up, and up and up.  My little wildflowers disappeared and we ended up on scree and snow….WHAT?

At least the dogs had fun.  They got to race around on the snow and they had a blast doing it.

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Kevin got his view

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I got sore thighs!  Poor aching me!  We did get to see some sheep.

We even saw them “bonk” heads.  Even though it is cool to see sheep, it is not cool to try to prevent an 80 lb dog (or two) from chasing down sheep, especially as one is slip-sliding down a scree slope!

I think we should stick to hiking in the Ghost!