Miles of trails and 165 acres of hilltop and after an hour most of the ground Casey and I were covering seemed to go nowhere but uphill, but we practically had the woodlands all to ourselves. Except for an infrequent crow squabble the quiet was deafening. You could almost hear the ferns murmer as we passed, not that Casey noticed.
After covering nearly three times my mileage today, on a pace that was nowhere near maximum conserve, he really conked out early - more like the farm dog he used to be.
|View from lookout tower on Sehome Hill|