On Saturday it was raining.
So we went to a magical place called Kinderhook Creek Preserve where, for some reason, it never rains. Every time I go there, it can be raining on our drive there and way home, but never at the preserve. It must be our reward for having to hike up really, really steep cliffs. I chose a new path today and it was even steeper. Luckily I was going up, because the only way down would've been on my butt. Even the dogs struggled. Don't think I'll ever take that trail again, unless I take some rock climbing lessons.
Despite the pre-winter bleakness, the creek never disappoints.
Here's the rock Mr. Chewy thought he could walk down to get a better sniff at the water:
And one second later, he was a wet dog.