Last weekend I went on a camping trip that a friend invited
me to and I brought Toby along for some much deserved and long overdue
frolic-time. We set out on Saturday
morning for Harriman State Park, about 45 minutes north of the city, and hiked a mile
into the woods through rhododendron and pine forests, over wooden foot bridges,
and past marshy pockets to Breakneck
Pond, where there was an abandoned summer camp complete with cabins, boathouse
and dock. It sounds and looks like the
set of a horror movie, but seeing as I wasn’t a.) the harlot hooking up with the Casanova, b.) The Casanova,
c.) the stoner getting blitzed out of his mind, d.) the hopelessly
not-outdoorsy girl relying on her boyfriends wits, and had dog to walk out of
there with to boot, I figured I was the most likely to survive the ordeal
(moral of this story: know your horror movie law and abide).
Anyway, as soon as we set out, Toby was the most excited and
happy pup in the world. He bounded down
the trails in reckless abandon, barreled into the lake after some geese before
we even had a chance to put our packs down, and peed on everything. He even
swam a quarter mile across the lake to say hello to a fetching Chesapeake Bay Retriever
named Jack, who I too met, sweaty and panting, after sprint-circumventing the
lake in hot pursuit of my mutineer.
The trip was great, views were amazing, but mostly I was so
happy to see my pup so happy. He was truly
in his element, and I absolutely need to take him on these little off-leash breaths
of fresh air more often. Here are a few
shots from the overnight!
Freedom!
Excursion!
Didn't even get my pack off.
Snake Sighting. Securing the perimeter.
Vibrant nature.
Post-swim dock loungin'.
Dock at dusk.
Is this real life?
Rejuvenating.
Reflecting with reflections.
Tuckered Toby.
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