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26 May~2012
My dogs like it when our journeys are up past the trees, into the wide spaces of the alpine. They are Colorado dogs, and think nothing of standing on an outcrop a step away from a several hundred foot dropoff. I get nervous about it, especially when I see Ben stumble coming back up the front side of a ledge. I move away and give them the command to stay close.
These dogs are the world to me, and I go to great lengths to make them happy. In doing that I am also pursuing what makes me happy as well.
On the way back down the ridge, all of us paused at the edges to look below, or at the peaks across the valley. Letting the mystery and beauty sink in, to take hold in our hearts, again.
