Winter At White Hill Wild Forest - Part 3

The dogs and I were hiking the access road in the White Hill Wild Forest (see also Parts 1 and 2, posted previously) and were on our way back to the car. Little Jack's energy had not diminished, and he continued running back and forth, his face showing pure joy:

But Clover had begun to accumulate snow between the pads of her feet and kept stopping, trying to remove it. I figured I could carry her if it got bad enough:

But then Seamus began having the same problem and kept stopping, trying to clean the snow out of his feet. I could not carry a 100 pound dog, so I just urged him onward:

And camera in hand, I enjoyed the wintry beauty and the companionship of my happy dogs:

This is one of my favorite places, though only the second time I've walked the access road. I hope to do so again in the spring or summer:

Fergus looked a bit like a small sheep, all covered with wool. His spring haircut was scheduled to happen in just three days, so he was lucky to have all that hair to keep him warm:

The little dogs had slowed down by this time but were keeping up with me. Seamus, however, was lagging behind as he kept trying to clean the snow out of his paws:

But we were all still happy and moving forward:

Sensing the parking area up ahead, Seamus picked up speed:

I knew we were almost there when I saw the sunlight up ahead:

And indeed we were. The dogs had lots of fun and the exercise was good for all of us. The wintry beauty was good for my soul:

A minute later, we were all in the car with the heater on, heading for home: