Hiking in the snow

On Saturday, we packed up the 4Runner and went to the mountains to go snowshoeing. When we got there, the trail was packed down so Mom and Dad didn't wear their snowshoes and we just hiked.

Here's a view of the trail.

We stopped for lunch and Kat and I camped out on a snow mound. Mom decided it was a good time to take a quick picture over her shoulder.

The ground and trees were covered with ice crystals. I tried to take a picture for you.

We decided to take Mom and Dad down to the ice caves. Here we are leading the way.

We got to the bridge we needed to cross to get to the caves and look what we discovered!

The bridge had washed out! I tried to look for where it went, but I didn't see it.

Mom made us pose for a picture.

Finally when we were almost back to the car, Mom made us pose again. (We're so cute, she just can't help it.)

We like it better when Dad is holding cookies.

I complain a lot when I have to put my backpack on, but really, I love it!!
Steve

Huskies...Hike!

After the picnic, Mom and Dad took us hiking.  It was our first hike with our new backpacks.  We were excited to hike.  Of course, Mom had to delay the start of hiking to take a picture.

We carried water bottles, poop bags, and our long leashes in our backpacks.  Dad carried the treats.  We were going to go hike down the trail for a while, then get off the trail to go to a creek that was running parallel to the trail.  At the creek, Mom and Dad were going to put us on our long leashes so we could go swimming.  It sounded like fun to us, so of course, we were ready to go!

Within the first half a mile of our hike, Mom stepped on a snake.  She freaked out.  She was like, "Oh! I think I stepped on a snake!"  Dad was like, "What?"  He was a little worried because there are rattlesnakes where we were hiking.  Mom said, "I stepped on something and I saw in wiggle!"  (She was jumping around at this point like that would help her go back in time and eliminate the snake encounter.)  Dad went back and looked and saw the snake.  He said, "It's like the size of a pencil.  It's not going to hurt you."  Mom says, "Was it a rattlesnake?"  Dad said, "No, it was just black."  Mom said, "I don't know if I want to go any further."  Dad said, "Just keep your eyes open."  Dad is such a good voice of reason.  Unfortunately, after the snake encounter, Mom wouldn't get off the trail.  She said ridiculous things like, "What if the snake had climbed up my jeans?"  Dad responded, "That would have been interesting."  Then she said, "Yuck!  My shoes have touched a snake!"  Dad said, "I'm sure they will survive."  Needless to say, we didn't get to go swimming since Mom wouldn't get off the trail and walk us to the creek.  We heard the creek so it wasn't very far.  She's such a baby.

We did see a deer.  It was really exciting as you can see in this video.  I'm not sure why the deer ran away.

We also saw a baby deer, but it was dead.  It was right along the trail and kind of smelly.  Mom and Dad said something must have gotten it.  I thought maybe some prey driven huskies, but Mom said probably a coyote.    For some reason, Mom and Dad wouldn't let us go investigate the deer.

In total, we hiked about four miles.  It was fun.  I decided the backpacks aren't that bad.

Steve

Working Dogs

Hi! Steve again. Mom told us we are going camping this weekend. I have no idea what camping is, but I am always up for new adventures, so I was excited. Then she came up with these things called backpacks. I've seen Mom and Dad wear backpacks when we went snowshoeing and they carried our treats and poop inside them, so I have no problem with a backpack-- until she tried to put it on me! Look at me. It was torture.Even Kat hated it.Apparently we are going to go hiking over the camping trip too and for some reason, Mom and Dad want us to carry our own poop. It should really be a joy for them to pick up our poop, bag it, and carry it for miles in their backpacks, but apparently they don't get that.

Then Dad tried to bribe us into liking our backpacks by giving us some treats. I'll admit that worked pretty well.Then Kat and I ran around for a while outside in our backpacks and when we came back inside, Mom took them off. She said something about how that was enough for today and we'd have to wear them again tomorrow. We shall see about that!

Steve

PS. We are going to a husky picnic on Saturday so that's why we are going camping. WOO!