forestgnome
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It was just a beautiful hike up South Moat and Middle Moat Mtns. along Moat Mtn. Trail. I bailed on my original plan for Crawford Path; it's been so long, but I only go up there on bluebird days. It was socked in over the Presidentials, but bright and sunny points south, so I opted for Moat Mtn. Trail.
The trail was partially broken by two hikers who started some time earlier today. Another party started hiking just behind me so I decided to let them pass. Their dog, Jasper, came ahead of them and greeted me. I rubbed his ears until they caught up and passed with freindly greetings. Off they went, then I enjoyed the track under warm, clear skies.
Awhile later as I hiked along in my state of happiness, I heard a noise and looked to my left as Jasper came flying at me from my left, off-trail, growling, and was quickly at my feet. He appeared ready to bite. I'm pretty good with dogs, and I put my hand down and talked to him, then I rubbed his ears again, then he jetted ahead and out of sight. Alrightythen!
I was soon hiking in just a t-shirt. Yes!!! Sunny and warm!
Up near treeline, I started to see the beautiful sculptures in the snow made by the recent storm.
Up on the summit of South Moat Mtn., I decided it was a good choice of trails because the Presidentials were still socked in with clouds, but here it was sunny and windless.
On the summit of South Moat Mtn., the guys who owned Jasper, the pit bull mix type dog, were swilling beer. Jasper came running up to me and again I rubbed his ears. Then he backed off and growled at me again. This is one strange dog. I joked to the owners about their unleashed dog and continiued taking pictures, as Jasper ran around the summit. As I passed, Jasper came back at me growling again. I kept walking past, then Jasper came right up close, growling and menacing. I looked at the beer-swilling owners of the dog with a blank stare. They called the dog. I continiued walking past and taking pictures. Then Jasper came running up behind me again and bit me on my leg. I spun around, Jasper retreated and the idiots called their dog again. I looked at them again with a blank WTF! look, and one said "sorry about that". They didn't express any concern that I had been bitten. They never leashed the dog. I turned and continiued walking past as I put my hand on my "equalizer", which I can draw really fast! A moment later, Jasper came running at me again, growling and looking to bite. He stopped about one foot from me. That's how far from death Jasper was today. But he didn't bite me again, so he didn't die. The grunts were oblivious to reality. Big surprise.
Beyond South Moat summit, the trail was unbroken as I wandered around the open spaces and found a peaceful spot to eat lunch and catch some rays, away from the grunts.
I actually caught a slight suntan! Everywhere, there were beautiful sculptures in the snow from the winds, which were now only a memory.
Another beautiful day in heaven
The trail was partially broken by two hikers who started some time earlier today. Another party started hiking just behind me so I decided to let them pass. Their dog, Jasper, came ahead of them and greeted me. I rubbed his ears until they caught up and passed with freindly greetings. Off they went, then I enjoyed the track under warm, clear skies.
Awhile later as I hiked along in my state of happiness, I heard a noise and looked to my left as Jasper came flying at me from my left, off-trail, growling, and was quickly at my feet. He appeared ready to bite. I'm pretty good with dogs, and I put my hand down and talked to him, then I rubbed his ears again, then he jetted ahead and out of sight. Alrightythen!
I was soon hiking in just a t-shirt. Yes!!! Sunny and warm!
Up near treeline, I started to see the beautiful sculptures in the snow made by the recent storm.
Up on the summit of South Moat Mtn., I decided it was a good choice of trails because the Presidentials were still socked in with clouds, but here it was sunny and windless.
On the summit of South Moat Mtn., the guys who owned Jasper, the pit bull mix type dog, were swilling beer. Jasper came running up to me and again I rubbed his ears. Then he backed off and growled at me again. This is one strange dog. I joked to the owners about their unleashed dog and continiued taking pictures, as Jasper ran around the summit. As I passed, Jasper came back at me growling again. I kept walking past, then Jasper came right up close, growling and menacing. I looked at the beer-swilling owners of the dog with a blank stare. They called the dog. I continiued walking past and taking pictures. Then Jasper came running up behind me again and bit me on my leg. I spun around, Jasper retreated and the idiots called their dog again. I looked at them again with a blank WTF! look, and one said "sorry about that". They didn't express any concern that I had been bitten. They never leashed the dog. I turned and continiued walking past as I put my hand on my "equalizer", which I can draw really fast! A moment later, Jasper came running at me again, growling and looking to bite. He stopped about one foot from me. That's how far from death Jasper was today. But he didn't bite me again, so he didn't die. The grunts were oblivious to reality. Big surprise.
Beyond South Moat summit, the trail was unbroken as I wandered around the open spaces and found a peaceful spot to eat lunch and catch some rays, away from the grunts.
I actually caught a slight suntan! Everywhere, there were beautiful sculptures in the snow from the winds, which were now only a memory.
Another beautiful day in heaven
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