Our pent-up Golden found immediate relief in the lake's chilly waters. We tossed stick after stick for her to retrieve until we feared that we would never get her dried off in time for bed.
Smitten by this beautiful area, we decided to stay another night, in spite of the intermittent rain. We drove up to a hiking trail but turned back after horseback riders informed us that we would need hip boots to hike it because of the mud.
We came back to camp and decided to hike the trail around the lake. Unfortunately, one of the bridge's had washed out, so we had to turn back sooner than hoped. Rox was in seventh heaven, dodging from the trail into the lake as often as she felt like it.
By early evening, she was still wanting to fetch sticks. When I noticed that her flanks were beginning to quiver from the lake's chill, I decided that giving her a chewy might be a better alternative. For the first time ever, Rox couldn't finish it. A fatigue set in for her that I had never seen before.
She slept like a log that night... and the next day's drive as well. I'm certain that she's wishing that we could somehow find a happy medium between no activity and too much!
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