A Schroon River Rest Stop

Another Sunday morning dawned with preparations for driving up to the farm. I was very anxious to get there and see the fence work which had been nearly completed. We drove up the Northway, the dogs and I, as far as Exit 29 and exited for a rest stop at Frontier Town. I'd tried to think of some place which we hadn't been before, but what could possibly beat this pristine, scenic spot?:

The dogs ran down to the river's edge but didn't go it. It was simply too chilly:

Even Seamus stayed on dry land. I concentrated on getting old Winky and Wally to stay with us and not lag too far behind:

Winky's mind often wanders - and as a consequence, his feet do also. I walked over to him every so often and reminded him of our existence and that he should make an attempt to stay with us:

Little Madeline was feeling like a regular member of our family by now, accustomed to adventures in such places - and this place in particular:

We'd walked down the river for some distance, so I gave a call and got everyone moving back toward the car:

Daphne and Clover made a side trip to the top of a sand dune. Hey, a dog's gotta explore, ya know:

It took just a few minutes before we spotted our red car parked just ahead in the forest:

I began walking toward the car after giving a call to those dogs reluctant to leave the water's edge:

The sandy trail through the forest toward the car was looking like Thanksgiving to me:

Seamus posed for the camera, looking noble:

But once all the other dogs were loaded up into the car, I still had to urge Winky forward. This can be a difficult job, and picking him up is no fun either. So I called and clapped. I learned a long time ago with elderly, nearly deaf foster dogs, that clapping is something they seem to either hear or feel. It usually works with Winky. I got him up into the car with the other dogs and began backing along the sandy lane in the forest so that we could continue on our way: