Pets At Home - Living The Good Life

I discovered, as I uploaded these photos, that every one of them is of my dogs and cats lounging around, caught in a moment of ease and comfort. I am proud to have provided my pets a good life:

I found little Clover snoozing in the shade of the rose bushes one warm afternoon:

Daphne, Jack and Fergus relaxed on their ramp:

But as always, the most popular resting spot is the corner of the kitchen, where there are dog beds on the floor. This collection of pets is Clover, Daphne, Fergus and Rocky:

The second most popular resting spot is the ramp into the back yard, shaded and scented by the Rugosa Roses:

Another kitchen lineup: Clover, Jack, Fergus and Daphne:

Just inside the kitchen door, I had Fergus, Seamus, Jack and Daphne watching my every move. I was cooking at the time, so they were hopeful:

Sweet and gentle old Snoozey. He's beginning to show his age but he's happy and comfortable:

Bramble has taken over PeeWee's dog bed beneath my computer desk:

Again on the ramp - Clover, Seamus, Jack and Fergus:

Georgette has remained an upstairs cat ever since we moved to the farm, but she's begun coming downstairs more often since my sister was here. I wonder if she comes down hoping to find her again. Alas, my sister is gone and Georgette will have to make do with my company:

Again in the kitchen, hoping I'll drop some food or share a dirty pan - Jack, Seamus and Daphne. As I said, they are living the good life:

Whiteface Mountain - Part 2

My sister and I were climbing toward the summit of Whiteface Mountain via the "fifth of a mile nature walk" they'd told us about when we paid our toll. It was scenic, all right, but rugged and steep. That lake below us is actually considered three lakes, all in the village of Lake Placid. Also, you can see hikers rather far below, on their way up to where the other people are standing:

At this point, the "nature walk" was merely a narrow rocky ridge with railings. I saw several people slip and fall, so I held on to the railings as tightly as I could:

I looked back, towards our starting point:

And out again over Lake Placid:

It was at this point that I decided my age and lameness necessitated that I abandon the effort. So my sister continued on upward alone, though she brought my camera with her:

My sister made it to the summit and headed for the buildings there:

Inside were more informative signs such as this one. The average January windchill factor at the summit was minus 62. The coldest summit temperature was minus 43:

And the summit, of course, offered its own spectacular views:

She looked out over the surrounding landscape and down at the Memorial Highway below. Hey, tht little red car parked there might well have been ours!:

Magnificent views in every direction:

Rugged scenery:

And again, far below lay the village of Lake Placid. My sister rejoined me and we traveled back down the highway, taking small county roads through the Adirondacks towards home: