Harvey Mountain Blueberries - Part 3

I was hiking up Harvey Mountain with four of my dogs. It was an easy hike, which was a good thing because it was a very hot day. We'd had quite a bit of shade from the forests on each side of the trail, but as we neared the summit, the landscape opened up. You can see the summit just ahead of the dogs in this photo:

Clover was still on her leash because she wasn't yet sufficiently tired to slow down and come when called. She was close to reaching that point, though. This picture shows how thin she is, and that she still has her puppy fuzz. Papillons grow an adult coat of longish, silky hair as they grow up. The vet was worried that she looked so thin, but when she tested negative for worms, he concluded that she was just naturally built that way:

Almost to the summit and with the sky opening up just ahead, Seamus decided to take a rest by the side of the trail. Daphne trotted over to keep him company:

And at the very top of Harvey Mountain were acres and acres of Lowbush Blueberries, many of them ripe:

And they sure were tasty:

The trail traces its way up through the blueberries. I stayed on the trail, but the dogs seemed to enjoy prancing through the blueberry bushes:

The acres of Lowbush Blueberries are not only tasty, but are also excellent for allowing views out over the surrounding Taconic Mountains:

Seamus was hot and needed to rest in the shade. Daphne and Fergus were happy to join him. Both of the Poodles had very woolly coats which were cut short after this hike:

Little Clover, now tired enough to be more manageable, was off her leash and decided to come over and join the resting dogs:

The views from the mountaintop were lovely, but I decided to continue on the trail as it reentered the forest and headed for the Massachusetts state line. But I'll post more about that tomorrow: