The trail wound through forests, meadows and up rocky slopes.
The lush meadows were a mecca for ticks. You can see one of them there on Winnie's face. By the time we finished the hike, back at the RV, we counted 58 of them picked from Winnie, 35 or so from Tim, 47 of them from Star, and a good dozen or so from each other. We all had the heebie jeebies that night (especially Tim).
This was an interesting bluff - see the hole in it, there? I'd hoped the trail might lead up to it, but no such luck.
In between her bursts of wild energy, when she would take off like a rocket, Star would come back and keep Winnie company.
Even when Winnie needed to take a little break.
Tim on the move.
A flower alongside the trail.
Star running up the trail.
Bushes are blooming - these smelled great.
Star loves running wild.
Winnie started off slow, but she kept on going.
Finally, at the top - looking off towards the Black Hills.
The view in the other direction.
Headed back down the ridge. The strong winds made me glad I have a low profile - no such luck for Harry.
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