Yesterday's sun sculpted our spring snow, creating waves, ripples, and craters.
When the sun falls low in the sky, the wet snow forms a crust that dogs love to wriggle in!
And, when the spirit moves them, the Labraduo love to sprint through the snow.
We climbed up to a ridge, following an orderly set of tracks.
Do you know who made those tracks? The much maligned coyote... although I love our coyotes. They're our wild canines! Moreover, they probably have pups in their dens now so pack members have to work doubletime catching food and regurgitating it for the nursing mother who rarely leaves the den.
When we reached the apogee of our hike, we gazed at the sun falling low among the mountain clouds while the dogs sniffed the scents flowing from the Divide.
After a rough day of neck pain, views like those soothe the soul.