A Spec-top-ular Experience On Coney Mountain - Part 3

We'd reached the summit of Coney Mountain and it was spec-top-ular indeed. I believed that to be the southern part of Tupper Lake in the distance:

There were rocky mounds on which we could stand, viewing not only the distant scenery, but each other:

Seamus, all excited, trotted off toward the edge and out of my view. I began to worry when I he didn't come when I called and went looking for him, calling louder and more urgently. I began to fear he'd fallen off a ledge. Finally, I saw him walking up this rock and a bit wobbly legged:

I will never know what happened, but clearly he went too far and had to climb back up some steep place. You can see how tired he was in this picture:

Seamus took a couple of rests, but began to recover and we made our way without incident as we progressed happily back toward the trail head:

The forest floor was coming alive with springtime color:

I had the dogs heel every so often just to be sure they were under control. That worked quite well until they saw a woman coming up the trail from the other direction and they all bolted to greet her. Sigh. I don't know if I'll ever conquer that training obstacle. I generally put them on leashes if I see someone coming - but this time they saw her before I did. Anyway, for this photo, I told them to stay for a moment so I could get a group photo:

And a photo of Fergus with a silly look on his face:

And three Papillons on the move:

And Seamus, hopefully more cautious now that he's had a good scare (but I'll bet he wasn't half as scared as I was):

But it was a fine day and had been a worthwhile visit to the farm, topped off by a mountaintop experience on Coney Mountain:

I was snapping pictures of some Painted Trilliums when my camera ran out of memory. But we were almost back to the car anyway. So I pocketed my camera, completed the hike and resumed our journey home to Albany: