Snowshoe with Callie Lou

After tending to Harley, I took Callie for a snowshoe up to Orris Falls. By 4:45, the parking lot was empty as the sun slid behind the hills. Callie ran for all she was worth, galloping up the trail with frequent stops to sniff under the hanging boughs--deer, mice, other dogs--all those interesting things dogs like to smell. By the time we neared the trail head, Callie was beginning to drag, worn out, but still having a grand time.