Wednesday, October 26, 2011

HIGH ... on the AKD HIGH PEAKS!

What a grand adventure mom shared with me the last week of July!
We headed out for a week of exploring, fun, and frolic in the most beautiful high peaks in the Adirondaks.  It's about a 250 mile drive and we stopped  for a delicious healthy lunch at McDonalds.  I am partial to the "double cheeseburger and fries".   Soon after we arrived at the Sharp Bridge campground.  As luck would have it we had one the nicest sites there which  I won't divulge on a public blog.  It was most spacious, but to access it we had to drive down a path which mom thought resembled a hiking trail.  Good thing she drives an FJ cruiser and I have nerves of steel.
                         
We did lots of exploring all week and on Sunday prior to our departure we hiked with Dot Meyer who is a very special elderly woman ( 80's), who still guides hikes for the Green Mountain Club in VT.  Her hiking accomplishments are too numerous to mention but suffice it to say that she is one very remarkable woman.  Mom tells me that she is her "inspiration"  and she promises to never give up doing what she loves. She says she might  have to modify but will never quit! I am so fortunate to have such a good mom but she sure is lucky to have me as a pup.

Unfortunately I cannot post pics of that hike because this is a public forum and I do not want to disrespect  people's privacy.  We hiked up to Blueberry Ledges on the Giant Mt trail,  approximately 4 miles round trip.  I was only 9 months old and this was my most difficult hike  yet.  Mom is very careful with my legs because I am a growing pup and she tells me that if we stress them out too much early on, I might sustain permanent joint damage and we certainly don't want any of that.I do have some Panosteitis (growing pains), so we take it easy.  I will grow out of that condition soon I hope.  It can be a little painful and makes me lame.  It certainly was hot that day but there were some running streams that I could wander in and out of.  Not many but enough to get me cooled down some.

We did not care much for Lake Placid.  Way too much hustle and bustle.  The ski jump was wonderful.  I was not allowed out of the car but mom checked it out and got to see some of our "olympic hopefuls" doing some practice runs.  She was sooo happy and returned with a nice Olympic style "ski jump" sweatshirt.  I like it because it has a large front pocket which my mom keeps filled with delicious dog treats.
                            
We explored hills and valleys, ponds and waterfalls.  It is so beautiful and the peaks are so HIGH and WILD!    We had supper every night  at the Noonmark diner. My standard fair was a hot dog and ice cream.  Do I ever love vacations!!!  Mom raves about their homemade blueberry pie.  The Mountaineer is a terrific gear store in Keene Valley. We highly recommend it for all your hiking needs.  Nice people.
                          
One of my most exciting moments was when we arrived at the trail head  for  our Giant Mt hike.   I could not believe my dog eyes.  There were no less that 7 dogs, many of them off leash and most were youngsters like myself running wild and free! I had never seen that many dogs all gathered in one place and we met them again on the trail on our way back.  I sure did have a great time romping with them.  Their owners were so fun to.  There was one BIG fella, much bigger than myself, and he was only 9 months old.  I could have easily fallen in love but we did not have much time for courting. He was sporting an empty saddle bag.  I think he might have been in training for backpacking!    We did not reach the peak but that was not our intention.  We did pick lots of blueberries on the ledges and I LOVE eating them.
                           
Too soon we were on the way home but it surely was a wonderful experience and my first in the very big mountains. Can't wait to see more.  A great time was had by all.  Goodnight!

 
"Whatever joy you seek, it can be achieved by yourself; whatever misery you seek, it can be found by yourself."

                                     -Bhutanese Proverb

                        
                     

Monday, July 18, 2011

Molly's first big peak!

7/13/11

It can't be. It's only 5:30 and mom is waking ME up.  Role reversal this morning.  I try never to sleep past 6am.   I wonder what's up?  She is all business, coffee, breakfast, my meds, and now she is taking the blue backpack out to the FJ.  We regularly use the red one.  This one is a tad bigger.  Wait one minute here...could it be she is putting on her HIKING boots?   Yippee!!!  This is promising to be a wonderful day.

It's 7:30am and we are off and running.  I settle in for a quick nap to ensure that I have my full quota of energy stored up for this wonderful adventure.  At about 9am we pull into a parking lot and it appears someone is waiting for us.  His name is Tobit and he will accompany us on our hike today.   Mom has been referring to this as my "birthday hike".  You see I turned 9 months yesterday and each month we celebrate my BD.  Yes indeed my very first big mountain climb.  Mt Wachusett peaks out at 2006 feet. Wow!  I ask about a pack for me but mom says I am too young and not to worry,  she will carry plenty of water so I can hydrate frequently.  Temps predicted to be in the low 80's.

We amble up Administration Road and connect to Lower Link until it intersects with Jack Frost and up we go.  That turns out to be one steep little trail.  Mom finally had to take my leash off so she could climb one section and she promptly dropped it.  It landed on the edge of a small precipice.  One move in the wrong direction and I would never see it again.  A nice young woman who was hiking with her wonderful Border Collie and a sweet little girl hiked down and scooped it up for me. Bummer!   She convinced mom to let me try hiking without one and was I one VERY HAPPY PUP!  Being a BIG DOG our motto is "WE DON'T NEED NO STICKIN' LEASHES!"  Up and up we went with numerous water breaks for me and one long cooling down break in some nice shaded grass on the side of the trail.  Once I was rejuvenated we continued to the summit.

Mom and Tobit shared some Tarahumara Chocolate Chia muffins that she had baked  and I enjoyed some doggie treats.  Took a dip in the small pond on the summit and just relaxed.  Some construction was ongoing so the road is closed to traffic. The heavy equipment was a bit noisy but I blocked it all out.  We then hiked to the summit and I got lots of attention from some teens who just fell in love with me.

  
            Here I am with Uncle Tobit. He is very kind and helpful to me.

After a right and proper rest we headed down once again connecting Jack Frost and the High Meadow trail.   There was one section that was a little challenging but before I could bark a woof we were at Echo Lake.   Now that would be a refreshing spot.  I just love getting my big feet wet.
                                 THIS FEELS OH SO GOOD!
         Would I just love to swim out and check that neat log "house".
                                      "I love my mom!"

So we hike the a short distance and we ready ourselves to bid farewell to the mountain. We have hiked for a total of 5 hrs including water breaks, lunch, and rest stops. Covered approximately 3.5 miles. I will always remember my first big mountain climb and I sure do hope there will be many more to come.  Mom said I did really well off leash, no jumping, no running off, and was respectful to other hikers.  She is very proud of me but thinks I am growing up way too fast.

Ever onward and upward!   More to come later...I hope!


Saturday, July 16, 2011

The Grand Granville State Park

6/19/11  What a  day!  The verdant green of summer penetrates to the very core of my being. Mom and I move at a leisurely pace absorbing the intense beauty and smells of this area. YES! The river is running high. It's my very first spring in the woods so I had no idea what to expect.  Plenty of nice cold water for a quick dip and nice long drink.

         I DID IT!  All four on a rock.  What a sense of balance I have.
         
We hiked for a good 2 hrs.   No wildlife noted unless that includes teen humans.  We caught fleeting glimpses of a few in the buff diving off rocks in the No Swim Zone.  I enjoy swimming with my big fur coat.  Mom doesn't seem concerned if I muddy up the FJ.  Why get hung up on the insignificant things in life...like clothes.  Mom is teaching me that life is way too short to not get "down and dirty". Enjoy!
 
                    Now this could scare the crap out of anyone! 

I moved along quickly.  I needed to relieve myself but picked a safer spot.  Dogs have that flexibility but mom doesn't always like my selections in the living room.   She does take into consideration the fact that I have had a very serious bladder problem which I hope will soon be one for the history books and I can move on.  Pills, pills, and more pills!

                               What's going on in there???

                            
                   What a cutie I am!  Sooo photogenic indeed.
                  When can we return to this little piece of heaven?

Lots of pretty wildflowers for mom to admire and her very favorite at the gate. Mountain Laurel! We hike out having shared a wonderful afternoon together in this most beautiful place.


 The end.

Sunday, July 3, 2011

Final Journey

On 6/27-28/2011 On our recent camping trip Molly and I shared some very special time releasing some of Kodi's ashes at Dewey's landing and at our campsite "ASH" in Coolidge State Park. I made a last minute decision prior to leaving for VT on 6/25 to bring some of her ashes with us.  Kodi enjoyed many wonderful camping trips in the Whites, VT state parks, Acadia National Park, and a great backpack in the Pharaoh Lake Wilderness in the Adirondaks.

It just  occurred to me that we scattered her "ashes" at the "ASH" lean-to. What a coincidence this is.  Ben and Martha are both at peace  here in close proximity to the Alder lean-to.

I brought my IPOD and was playing some special songs that were appropriate for our memorial.  I sat quietly and looked out at the Killington "massif" recalling the wonderful times we shared in VT.   It was a picture perfect day and I saw a Red Tail Hawk soaring high in the open spaces.  I asked this majestic bird of prey to please look after Kodi for us.
                       
              "Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take...
               But by the moments that take your breath away."
                                                    ~Anonymous

                                         Killington "Massif"

      
             KODI...this one's for you.  "LONG MAY YOU RUN" my friend...

                     
                         BEAUTIFUL DEWEY'S LANDING-QUECHEE, VT






                           "I found your spot under the rhody bush.
                            Hope you don't mind if I borrow it.
                            You will always be "top dog!"
                            "I love you Kodi. I miss you lots."
                            Pink flower for Kodi placed by "mom".
     
                            "Do not stand at my grave and weep
                             I am not there. I do not sleep.
                             I am a thousand winds that blow.
                             I am the diamond glints on snow.
                             I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
                             I am the gentle autumn rain.
                             When you awaken in the morning's hush
                             I am the swift uplifting rush
                             Of quiet birds in circled flight.
                             I am the soft stars that shine at night.
                             Do not stand at my grave and cry;
                             I am not there. I did not die."
                                          -Mary E. Frye

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

REMEMBERING KODI

On May 30, 2011, Kodi, age 11 yrs and 7 months, took her final journey.   She is now reunited at Rainbow Bridge with her best buddy Bernie, and all who have gone before her.  Ben, Kinsey, Martha, Teddy, and Kita. She is in very good company.

I don't have many pics of her available on line but the few that remain are very special to me. Many were lost forever when my "hard drive" "bought the farm recently". 

                     

Kodi's life passed in the blink of an eye. As I drove her to Tufts yesterday, I reflected on how short a dog's life truly is. It seems like only yesterday this small pup was in the back of my truck and I was driving her home for the very first time.  Our life together had begun. We were official, a team, a family. The best was yet to come.
Hiking, camping, water holes, chasing squirrels and bunnies, double cheeseburgers, vanilla soft serve, homemade dog cookies, and relaxing under the very large rhody bush near the front door. Kodi loved her walks witht the Mighty Mann's, most especially the infamous Stratton Pond hike in 2009, and the many walks at Look Park with Miss Blu and Monette.   Kodi was an incredible "dog mom" to Bernie from the get-go and watched over him during his all too short life (5 years). She was a gentle giant, tolerant, patient, and totally committed to her pack. 

                                   Bernie and Kodi (2010)
                                     VT-Stratton Pond Trail
                                   "Yummee...my favorite!"
                          "Do you really expect me to eat this?"         
                                 "Now that's more like it!"
                                  GRIZZLY DETERMINATION
                     "Where did this come from? Not another BMD!"
                                      "I love you Molly."
Nap under the Rhody bush


       KODI...YOU WERE THE BEST!  WE LOVE YOU NOW AND FOREVER.

                                       CANIS MAJOR

                                    The great Overdog
                                    That heavenly beast
                                    With a star in one eye
                                    Gives a leap in the east.
                                    He dances upright
                                    All the way to the west
                                    And never once drops
                                    On his forefeet to rest.
                                    I'm a poor underdog,
                                    But to-night I will bark
                                    With the great Overdog
                                    That romps through the dark.
                                                -Robert Frost

                       
                                   
 



Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Drovers Run

5/17/11

We had renamed our farm "DROVERS RUN!" This was done in honor of Molly who hails from a long line of cattle droving Bernese Mountain Dogs in Switzerland. I am certain this accounts for her fierce independent streak and intense drive to keep busy, regardless of what that entails.  I will leave it to your imagination. She is after all a working breed.

                      

                                            MOLLY
       
                               DROVER  EXTRAORDINAIRE! 







Monday, May 16, 2011

A first...Rattlesnake Gutter Road

5/13/11

We're moving up in the world.  Molly was 7 months old yesterday and we embarked on a 4 mile hike in Leverett.  I have been conservative with her because Berners are prone to serious orthopedic issues.  Gradually increasing the mileage and degree of difficulty is highly recommended. Not a great idea to place a lot of stress on joints when pups are growing.

It was a beautiful bright sunny day.  The visuals were outstanding.
We parked at the coop and I had some homemade broccoli/cheese soup.  Yummy!  This was to be the starting point for our hike. Molly was as usual raring to go.  We promptly dismissed the two small "yappers" that greeted us as we passed by and moved on to the horses. Now MOLLY thought these were real "dogs" of substance.  Of course when one weighs 70 lbs at 7 months,  size and substance are critical. "Bigger is better."
After paying homage we moved on.
Molly barks out "Times a wasting. Let's get hiking!"

We headed down to the river and Molly was duly impressed.  She has experienced a river but nothing quite like this.  This one has a giant waterfall and much care was taken so that  she would not experience it "up close and personal".   I didn't get a good pic of the falls this time.


Molly then made an independent decision to have a good roll. There is nothing quite like a roll when one is soaking wet. Odors are absorbed 100 fold.  Noxious to humans is a big plus!

Total bliss!  We press on.  The gutter itself is magnificent.  Leverett's "little grand canyon."  I am in awe of it all four seasons.  Pics never seem to do it justice.


 I could not capture the dimensions of the gorge down below and the large rock cliffs.    My camera is broken and the cell isn't very good.

We pressed on to the end and back.  Molly very much enjoyed the terrain and small rivers beds.


On the way out we stopped  for another look at the waterfall and dip in the river. For a grand finale, Molly enjoyed more fun and frolic at the farm.


Next think I hear  "Would you like one for dinner mom?" 

Off we went and ended the day with a stop at Sugarloaf Dairy Bar.

Vanilla soft serve...Molly's  favorite.  Perfect ending to a perfect day!