The other weekend C and I took Buckwheat on a hike through Almaden Quicksilver Park. In Almaden Quicksilver Park there were bushy green trees, fields of waving
grass, vistas of little houses and patchwork hillsides, old mines and
dilapidated buildings and winding paths with wildflowers around almost every corner. There were also mountain bikers (one of which almost his
us while barrelling down a hill), a couple of horses, a handful of trail
runners and of course, other hikers. The park was so big though, that most of the
time it felt like we had it all to ourselves.
Halfway through the hike
we stopped and had bagels and lox at a picnic table with a view and felt pretty happy about our choice for the day. Three
quarters of the way through the hike, we asked ourselves why we chose to take a
7 and a half mile hike the day after a 10 mile run--our legs were tired and we were ready to be back at the parking lot. But Buckwheat was a
happy camper the whole time--trotting from scent to scent, only slowing when he noticed me fall
behind to take photos . . .
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