June 2, 2007

White Dog, Steve and I grabbed a few selfish hours of unproductivity and spent the afternoon wandering amid the groves at the Crest. It was beautifully green with plenty of running water in the stream. Smells of balsam, juniper and rich earth kept White Dog's nose busy sniffing. Butterflies in the blooming meadows had her reaching for them through the car window while she impatiently waited for her leash. The Princess refused to ford the washed over pathway and insisted that Steve carry her across to dry ground.