Bunny here at the keyboard to write about a recent adventure we had.
This weekend, there was some pretty wicked weather predicted, so we wisely decided to stay home out of Mother Nature’s wrath. However, last weekend we had a bit of an adventure that I was wanting to share with you, so I thought I’d do that today. This happened before all the crazy weather converged on us here in the Midwest.
Last weekend, we girls explained to Mom and Dad that it had been much too long since we’d had a hiking adventure. We’ve been patient while they went to all kinds of Christmas parties all over the place and since it was over, we needed to get out and stretch our legs. To our great delight, the humans agreed. This was especially nice since the temperatures in our area were in the mid to high forty degree mark. Flattery and I were able to wear our tummy warmers instead of heavy coats, which we were both really happy about.
We loaded up into the car and headed off for adventure.
Dad and Morgan had scouted out a new trail and we were all eager to try it out. Flattery and I were with Mom and Morgan was with Dad. We arrived at our destination and started getting geared up. Flattery and I got our harnesses and leashes on. Mom got her backpack. Dad and Morgan got their backpacks and finally, we were ready to hit the trail.
At the top of the trail, we looked down and saw that it was a pretty long trek down the hill back and forth until you arrived at a bridge that went across the bottom of the ravine. Most of the hill was in the shade, so there was still ice over most of the trail, but it was melting, with a nice layer of slick water across the top. Dad and Morgan started down the hill and as soon as they passed the first turn, they started slipping and sliding. Mom looked at the hill and saw it for the bad idea it was. Not only was it slippery to start with, Flattery still doesn’t listen to Mom when she says things like “slow down,” “wait,” or “stop pulling!” I know what those things mean, which is why I’m an ace hiking partner, but Flattery still has a few things to learn in that department. She’s getting there, but she also likes to keep crossing the trail in front of Mom and tangle our leashes. When Dad suggested aborting the mission, Mom didn’t argue. We tried another trail at the same park with the same results, so the decision was made to head to another place.
Our next destination was a local rails to trails path that we haven’t been walking on before.
We stopped in the parking lot and Dad got out to start getting Morgan ready. Another family with two dogs and several kids was coming back in off the trail. They warned Dad that it might not be a good idea. They’d been on the trail and several of them had lost their shoes. The poor dogs were covered in mud. You couldn’t even tell what color they were. The man said he was going to have to get the inside of his car detailed after taking them home.
Mom and Dad are pretty attached to their shoes. This was also before some of the cool new gear was purchased. I am a pretty adventurous little hound, but I am not sure I could drag Mom out of the mud of doom and I am pretty sure that Flattery would be no help. It would be the one time she decided not to pull, I just know it. I am also not fond of baths. When Mom and Dad decided not to take that trail, I was pretty relieved.
Still, we set out to have an adventure and we were determined to make it happen.
Mom suggested we try the Rock Island Pimitoui Trail along the riverfront. This is not a hard trail to walk, in fact, it’s downright easy. However, it is paved, which we viewed as a definite advantage in this case. We got out and geared up, then started our walk.
It was an easy walk, but it was a beautiful day to be out enjoying the river and the nature that flourishes there in that area. We saw quite a few other people and dogs out enjoying the nice weather, too. It was relaxing and fun. We got to appreciate each other’s company. It was a good place to work on Flattery’s leash handling manners, too.
I’m glad we persisted and finally found a place to go.
Mom and Dad could have given up and just taken us home, but they kept working to find a place for us to get out. Now that the weather has taken a turn for the ugly, we are even more glad that we got out to enjoy it while we could. It was worth the trouble we went to. We came home happy and tired. Morgan even took a little nap. We got to smell wonderful smells and see beautiful sights while stretching our legs and breathing fresh air. You can’t ask for better than that.