Chapter Three - Beautiful Allen Falls

We'd been to Allen Falls, the dogs and I, and it was time to return to the trail head. That's Allen Falls just to the right of the hill in this photo. Madeline was the first to begin climbing:

And then the other dogs followed. As for me, I was dreading getting started as it was a lot steeper than it looks here and I was, after all, an old codger with injured ankle tendons:

Here, maybe this will help show how steep it was. Nearly at the top, I stopped to snap a photo of the dogs. They'd been on top for a long time but kept coming back to see what was taking me so long:

Once we were on level ground again (well sort of level), we began following the trail back through the forest:

Madeline smiled for the camera:

  And everybody sniffed everything:

The trail took us back along the cliffs above the St. Regis River:

Clover and Daphne, as usual, had a propensity for walking right to the edge. But they were easily dissuaded with just a word from me:

Clover struck a pose for a glamor shot. It might come in handy the next time a movie producer is looking for a sexy starlet:

And then we crossed back over the little tributary. Madeline had figured out by then that she could cross the rocks and didn't need to swim again:


All the dogs crossed on the rocks except for Seamus, who loves the water:

Fergus, however, slipped and got wet. I almost slipped, but kept a hold on the rocks and logs as I crossed. I'm no young whippersnapper any more. At this point our car was just ahead and we were in it and seated comfortably in short order. But a quick look at the map gave me another idea. I'll post about that tomorrow: