This is me being frisky-then the humans diagnosed me with fleas. That's when the fun ended. I was tortured by wearing a stinking flea collar. I was subjected to disgusting greasy drops in my fur. I endured a spray bomb of toxic chemicals. I was worked over each day for 10 days with a cruel cold metal flea comb. And each night I got kicked out of the sleeping bags and onto the camper floor.
During the "time of fleas" I felt just like this gray and gloomy boat load of lonesome, cold, out of luck fishermen.
Aug. 14, 2009
South Sister Summit
Three Sisters Wilderness, Oregon
8 1/2 hrs
lots of up up up 1493m of up
not much water or shade
very windy
very dusty, my poor nose and eyes
trail goes from soft, to gravel, to soft loose scree to sharp red cinders to cut puppy paws
lots of people and pooches, take a leash
snow to play in
this is a volcano and you go to the rim
due to my cut paw, I had a limp for a couple of days after this
3 paws up (the scree dust and sharp cinders are rough, otherwise it's a 4)
This is the rim. The crater is filled with snow. In the back you can see the clouds beneath us.
Aug. 15, 2009
Lava Cast Forest trail,
south of Bend, Oregon
approx 45 min.
a paved, interpretive trail
not many people
fun holes and caves to explore
1 paw up
I'm hiding. You'll never find me!
I could not get enough of the beaches. Whether they were sandy or rocky, I loved them all. 
