I was exploring a remote lane into the forest off of scenic Route 30 and had stopped at Slush Pond. I let the younger dogs out to explore the floating peat along the edges of Slush Pond with me:
The peat bounced as we walked, but it didn't seem to slow the dogs down at all:
The young Papillons raced through the grass:
When the grass became too tall for simple running, they hopped like kangaroos:
Fergus was rather timid about walking out onto that floating peat, but I kept calling him and eventually he came out to be with us:
We walked back toward the forest just to see what was there:
And then turned back toward the lovely waters of Slush Pond:
I looked back and saw our car parked quietly with Wally and Winky snoozing inside:
But we'd dallied long enough, and I gave the dogs a call to start moving back toward the car:
We all hopped up into the car and I began driving back toward the highway:
But I stopped and got out when I saw a father and son, just bringing in their canoe. I asked if I could take their picture:
And then I questioned them about Slush Pond and any surrounding trails. It seemed like a place to which I'd like to return. But we were close to the farm by this time, so I thanked the canoeists and continued on my way:
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