Murphy's Canyon

It began as an idea.  Having a place for the dogs to romp.  Now it is magical, the Aspens, the fields, Birch Mountain behind, the Ponderosa in the wind.  Sage whimpers as we wind our way up the canyon road.  I open the van door and they explode out, anxious after the two hour drive.

So we are off, today.  Ready to explore the scents, see the Balsam buds, the tiny Aspen leaves.

While Sage really seems to enjoy the land, it's Murphy's.  A place where her nose knows no leash, no fence, no barrier.  

Murphy's day.