A Walk At Clear Pond - Part 1

I asked my friend, Evelyn, if she and her dog, Teddy, would like to come with me (and my dogs, of course) for a walk in the White Hill Wild Forest. She said yes, so we drove 17 miles from my house and hit the trail:

We hadn't gone far when the dogs saw an open path toward the cool, clean water of Clear Pond and broke into a run:

They ran so fast that they'd already been in and out by the time we humans arrived. So I urged them to go back into the water. It didn't take much urging for Daphne and Jack:

We explored the wildflower meadows near the pond:

And then the shoreline. Clover waded in among the reeds, then exited and shook herself dry:

And then we returned to the trail to find the next access point to the water's edge:

We saw a path to the next water access and turned once again toward Clear Pond:


My dogs were as excited as if they hadn't seen water for many years. They all went wading, though Teddy didn't go in:

Seamus is slow and huge, like a black Brontosaurus, but little Daphne bounces through the water like a happy frog:

We stayed at the water's edge while the dogs played:

And I looked around at the wildflowers. The Pickerelweed was blooming:

And the pond stretched out into the wild forest:

Seamus was reluctant to leave the water, but it was time for us to move on. I gave him a call and we returned to the trail. I'll post Part 2 tomorrow: