A Sunday afternoon hike.

We took Gus up to Devil's Hopyard in between the rains this weekend. Despite his domestic tendencies, he's completely in his element in the woods. He runs off exploring, dipping his feet in shallow creek water and sniffing every single tree (the most thorough form of hiking). For a while, the only sound in the world seemed to be his heavy breathing and our footfall on waterlogged leaves. And I couldn't remember the last time I felt silence.

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