Friday, August 11 – Thursday, August 17 (continued)

In this post RVSue and her canine crew are camped a few miles south of Big Timber, Montana, at a free campsite in a fishing access site called Big Rock.

Boulder Creek at low water in August

“Come here, babe.  Let me put you in your suit.”

It’s chilly this morning and Reggie is shivering.  Roger watches intently as I slip the green suit over Reggie’s head.

“You, too, Rog.  I bet you look smashing in orange.”

Roger obliges.  His eyes have that tender, I’m-so-loved expression as I stretch the suit over his body.

Before we begin our walk, we pause for a fashion photo shoot.

“Okay, hold that pose!”

“Oh, what handsome boys you are!  Good thing there aren’t any girl dogs around.  They’d faint flat on the ground at the sight of you.”

My exclamation elicits much jumping and twirling.

We take off on our walk.  No one is at Big Rock Fishing Access Site.  Just us.  Later people will come to fish.  They park, assemble their gear, and disappear for a few hours.

The tent is gone that occupied this pretty site next to Boulder Creek.  

Next to this site is a sign.

How refreshing to see a sign telling us what we CAN do . . . 

Next to the sign is a walk-through for people.  It is designed to deny passage to livestock and vehicles in either direction.

With a little coaxing Reggie and Roger make their way without difficulty.

“Oh, this is gonna’ be fun.  I like this kind of river walk.”

The cool air adds to our enjoyment.  We come out of the shade into an open, grassy area.

“The sunshine feels good, doesn’t it, guys.”

We return to trees.  Plants are still wet from last night’s rain.  We can hear the river off to our right.

The path works its way back to the river.  

(River or creek? I know it’s named Boulder Creek and it does look like a creek in places. To me, a creek is much smaller and its water flow much less.  Maybe it’s a regional thing.  I did a lot of playing in creeks as a child!)

The path goes on and on, in and out of woods, through fields of golden grass, reuniting with the river again and again, eye-catching scenes at every turn, and always accompanied by the music of rushing water.

“Oh, a camp site!”  

What a perfect place for a campsite.  Gee, almost makes me wish I had a tent.  On second thought, nooooooo.  I like having a bathroom too much.

Oh, to wake up here, emerge from the tent to greet the sun rising across the river . . . . Cook breakfast and sit at this table . . .

Stand at the river’s edge with a cup of coffee, breathe deeply the fresh, cool air . . . .

“When peace like a river attendeth my way,

When sorrows like sea billows roll,

Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say,

It is well, it is well with my soul.” — Horatio G. Spafford

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“Well, look at Roger up on the picnic table!”

This reminds me of the time Roger showed his new friend Reggie how to climb on picnic tables . . . .  Seems like ages ago.

“Time to go home, cuties.  Soon it’ll be too warm for those suits.”

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Did you know. . .

The story of the Spafford family?   A series of tragic events led the father to write the inspiring hymn,”It Is Well With My Soul.”

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NOTE:  If you’re interested in casual wear for your canine crew, here’s a link to the suits worn by my boys.  Gooby Every Day Fleece Dog Vest .  Be sure to measure your dog carefully before ordering. — Sue