We went to the same high canyon we explored two weeks ago.
Yucca showed off a tree-sized bloom.
We stopped early by the creek to let Kona drink.
Back on the trail, Kona tried to set the pace.
She stopped in her tracks when she spotted, you guessed it, a squirrel.
The creek kept us company as it bubbled into pools before moving down canyon.
Kona detoured to explore the ruins of an old cabin. I marveled at the river rock construction.
I also stood amazed at the force of nature.
Kona didn't do much standing. Her nose was hard at work.
Water spilled over the trail to the creek below, reminding me of the Pacific Northwest, if only for a few meters of trail.
Kona looked back at her lingering human.
As we gained elevation, I watched the sun slowly work into the canyon.
Though we hiked at a steady pace, our destination on the ridge above felt a mile (straight up) away.
Seconds from the top, Kona spotted a chipmunk,
but quickly lost sight of it.
With potential prey up a tree, I was able to coax Kona to our saddle.
The fun continued on our descent. First there were lizards
Next came the chipmunk.
We made one final stop by a pool before heading to the car.
It was another great morning with my Kona Girl.