And we had two lakes to our west.
You can probably guess what we did the next day.
Shyla has become our pack leader when we're around water. The transition started to happen at the end of last fall, and, this summer, R began to completely defer to her when they retrieved in water. It's a bittersweet transition. While we love seeing Shyla be assertive about something given her fearfulness, we also know that R is creeping toward ten years old so he's probably a step slower than Shyla now. Believe me, this is the only way in which he's shown his age!
He still loves to play in the water but we bring two balls so that he can retrieve one when Shyla is occupied with the other one. His reconstructed elbow is still working perfectly. We didn't see a single sign of lameness all summer!
They happily chase each other around when one is hogging the ball.
That day in Wyoming was such a classic summer day. We went straight from the water to an ice cream shop and then onward to a new campsite.
I'm already wistful for summer and our days of wandering the west.
Since we arrived home, it's been so smoky from faraway fires that the beauty is obscured. I know that others, in many parts of the country, are suffering terrible hardship right now, so living with smoky air is a small thing. I wish my friends who are enduring hurricanes, flooding, and wildfires the very best.