A gorgeous sunrise met us this morning backlighting a spooky elk skull that I brought in from the forest last year. The elk was shot during hunting season many years ago but I guess the hunter didn't know that he'd hit an animal. I found the elk soon after she'd died. I re-visited the spot a couple of years later and found the skull, completely cleaned by the teeth and beaks of our many scavenging carnivores.
At the end of my time with our canines, I left R at home, thinking to myself that I didn't feel good at all. I thought that I'd just ride a tiny bit more and then rest. Well, I really felt sick when I saw this.