I was hiking on the St. Regis River Access Trail with the dogs (see also previous posts) and having a grand time. The dogs were happy and I was photographing lots of wildflowers:
This is pretty open land, not forest, but we several times found ourselves beneath trees:
The dogs ran ahead and explored. I kept calling them back:
Fergus and Jack stopped for a moment:
We took a side trip into the forest, where mosses and wild strawberries covered the ground. Seamus and Fergus seemed happy about that:
But then the landscape opened up once again as we neared the parking area:
We had looped around and rejoined the original trail:
This picture illustrates how very sandy the soil was. Such sand is common in much of the Adirondacks:
We arrived back at our car, but of course we had to visit the river before we left. Seamus went in almost up to his neck:
The other dogs took a drink and then continued to exploe:
There was no one but us there. The man in the rowboat had gone home:
But then the dogs spotted his rowboat. I wondered if it was there for anyone to use, or if he'd taken his oars with him (or both). But it didn't matter. I was not about to take five dogs out in a boat. It had been a fascinating hike and I hope you enjoyed these posts about it:
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