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Fabrice lays down
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5.75; 2.25 up. With a stable forecast, I dreamed about
the glaciers and some elusive mountains. Fabrice thought of something
that would cheer me up, another dog trip. Yes, I suppose that would
work, Fabrice knows me! I loaded the truck mindlessly as I've done
numerous times this season; Lincoln got excited and hung out in the
truck full of anticipation. The drive to Longview is long, we left
early and took a good break at Lac des Arcs as we typically do with the
dogs. Roads were in good conditions, we parked before the closed gate
as we planned to ascend and descend the south-east ridge. The dogs
were stimulated and roamed nose to the ground. The terrain was good
for them, I hoped we would all make it to the top this time. We made
our way with ease until we neared the top where the ridge has drops on
either side... Fabrice leashed them for a short section but we mostly
kept a mindful eye and maintained them away from edges. All of us
reached the summit; after taking some
pictures and handing out copious amounts of kibbles, we laid out their
fleece jackets and other layers and wrapped them for nap time. It was a
bit windy but with the sun, it felt quite nice. It was thrilling to be
at the top with the pack; not in a hurry as we camped nearby, we
lingered for almost two hours before heading down. Just before leaving,
a British man from Turner Valley reached the summit; Peter returned
with us. It's always nice to make new acquaintances! |
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The hounds are
stimulated and happy. |
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Lincoln finds a
skull. |
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Good recall, good
doggies; here's a treat. |
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Nearing the
south-east ridge. |
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They find snow to
eat and keep cool. |
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Enjoying the view
from the ridge. |
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The objective is
nearby. |
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Keeping the dogs
closer in this type of terrain. |
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Getting closer, dogs
are doing great. |
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Lincoln cooling off
while basking in the sun. |
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Managing the dogs to
prevent them straying too close to the edge. |
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The dogs run towards
two ladies to say hello, oh boy... |
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At the top with the
hounds, whoot, whoot!
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Lincoln swizzle
poser boy on the cairn. |
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My babies: Lincoln,
Rupert and Daisy Mae. |
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Looking south beyond
the south-east ascent ridge. |
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Nap time. |
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Rupert is so
huggable, he loves cuddles. |
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Look at daddy! Look
at daddy! |
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Peter showed up at
the top as we prepared to come down; he joined us for the descent. |
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Mount Armstrong. |
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Very pleasant hike. |
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Doggies still have
plenty in the tank. |
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Dropping off the
ridge at the large grassy slope. |
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Back at the road. |
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Lincoln and I
basking in the sun at Etherington Creek rest area. |
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Once the sun sets,
we relax next to a nice fire. |
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