Blue Ridge And Shenandoah
A ManAnd His Dogs
Oh, Shenandoah, I hear you calling
Hi-o, you rolling river
Oh, Shenandoah, I long to hear you
Hi-o, I’m bound away
‘Cross the wide, Missouri.Oh Shenandoah, I love your daughter …. ~~~ Shenandoah, Paul Robeson version
With bittersweet feelings, tomorrow morning, we depart on the last leg of our 7 year long saga – an awesome road trip that took us to all 48 lower states and scores of national forests, National Parks, BLM lands, and otherwise awesome and beautiful places.
We began our journey with our beloved and awesome black lab Bouy, who lived a glorious full life of 12 and one half years until we painfully departed this summer (June 20).
From the East Coast Appalachians to the far northwest Olympic Peninsula (Cape Flattery), Bouy absolutely broke the mold and plowed new ground. I loved him dearly:
We end our journey with our new friend, fox red lab Charlie, who as you can see from the photo above is a handful (and then some!).
Along the way, we had too many incredible experiences to rehash here.
No doubt, the wonder and adventure and reality far outweighed the drag and suffering.
’tiss 7 long years since I saw thee
Some of our final photos, for the record:
