Photo Essay – Hiking with My Partner in Crime.
A quarter of the way up.
A third of the way up, heading back into the forest.
Half-way up. Surrounded by mist.
In the middle. Crossing the saddle.
Sitting at the summit.
Descending the other side, into Fanghorn.
Jake heads into Fanghorn.
We were the only hikers. What a perfect day.
Poor Jake has to be on leash – rabbits, squirrels, deer, mountain lions, foxes…