Originally posted on Sneaking Bliss: Today marked a milestone for our Golden Retriever pup, Phanny – Saturday Night Redtail Phantom. We took her for her first pheasant hunt. Initially, she thought we were just out for a stroll, enjoying a…
Here’s a sight we don’t see much in California anymore, the log stringer bridge. It used to be the standard bridge for small creek crossings on logging jobs. Most of the old log bridges have been removed and replaced with large arch pipes or metal bridges. This one was put in for a temporary crossing. When the logging is complete the logs will be removed and sent to the mill. The stream channel will be returned to it’s original condition and the approaches will be grass seeded and mulched to prevent erosion. This was an inexpensive solution to access an area that didn’t need a permanent bridge.
Bliss is helping with the log quality inspection. She offered to take care of the tiny logs and left me the big ones.
A perfect Fall day in the woods.
This Summer I’ve been extremely busy and I haven’t had much time to devote to the blog. The near future looks pretty busy too. I might have to put Bliss in charge of it.
Mary and I recently returned from a long road trip. We were on a mission to pick up our newest pack member, Phanny, while visiting our friends in Montana. We decided to make a week of it and enjoy the western sights with Sailor, Tasha, and Bliss. Starting in California, we crossed Nevada and Idaho to reach our destination in central Montana. Here’s a gallery of some sights along the way. Click on the pictures to enlarge them.
To see Mary’s post about Phanny’s first week, and her trip from Montana to her new home in California click here, New Puppy Bliss!
Sunset from our Idaho campsite on the second night.
Pronghorn Antelope on the run in Idaho.
Which way do we go?
Sandhill cranes in our friends’ front pasture in Montana.
Bliss, Tasha and Sailor in Montana.
Tasha engages in a genuine “wild goose chase!”
Mary and Phanny, our new pack member, on the banks of the Yellowstone River.
Phanny and Bliss playing in the Yellowstone River.
Bliss at the Gallatin River, Montana. The Gallatin River is a tributary of the Missouri River.
Entering Yellowstone National Park. We cross through the northwest corner of the park.
Yellowstone National Park.
Basking buffalo west of Yellowstone.
American Bison in Montana.
The Tetons viewed across the plains of Idaho.
Sunset at our final campsite. We camped near the Snake River.
Our last Idaho sunset of the trip.
Snake River, near the town of Burley, Idaho.
The Snake River Canyon.
We stopped to do a little rockhounding on the way. At this Idaho site the ground was littered with agate. We also dug up geodes here.
There were little clumps of wildflowers starting to bloom among the agates.
Phanny decide the desert was good place to run and frolic!
Agate and geodes.
Tasha enjoys a romp in the Nevada desert. lots of room to run.
At a stop near Rye Patch Reservoir to stretch their legs, Sailor wanted to explore every smell.
The Nevada desert.
Phanny, Bliss, and Tasha decided Mary makes for good playground equipment.
It’s her first birthday. For a while we didn’t think she’d make it to this one. We’re sure happy she did. Click on a picture to see the full-sized gallery. Sorry there are so many photos, but it’s hard not to take her picture.
Bliss when we first picked her up.
Here, Mary and I just picked up Bliss from the breeder Susan Liptak.
Just hanging out.
She took to the water right away.
Sailor shares his duck with young Bliss.
Sailor and Bliss became close buds.
This girl loves her sand! She plays on the banks of the Eel River.
Bliss is a forester’s dog. That means it’s her job to go to the woods.
Bliss the “Wild Woods Pup!”
We didn’t know it yet, but Bliss was one sick puppy. She had chewed a toxic mushroom in the morning. In the afternoon we knew something was wrong and headed for the vet.
She spent all week of vacation in the veterinary hospital. The doctor thought she wasn’t going to make it.
The Doctor Bob released her to come back to camp for our last night.
Headed for home and she seemed okay, but we knew she’d need more car because of the nature of the poisoning.
When we got home she had to go back into the hospital.
Once she was back home again she made the best of it.
After a few weeks she was able to return to work.
Bliss says this is more like it!
On the Upper Sacramento River.
On the Trinity River.
Bliss at Dog Creek.
Bliss and Tasha.
Bliss in the Sacramento River.
Bliss and Tasha in the Sierra.
Bliss loves to play and Tasha isn’t immune.
She loves playing with her buddy Sailor.
Bliss points a pheasant in the grass.
She puts a bird into the air.
Bringing home the bacon.
Bliss with her hunting partners.
Bliss, Sailor and Tasha the three amigos.
Bliss one year old.
If you missed her mushroom ordeal you can read about it here: