Last week, Stud and I went hiking in the White Mountains. Since it's about four hours away, we were committed to an overnight. And it was supposed to rain. We planned to hike the following day when the weather was supposed to clear up, so we could sleep in the rain and hike in the clear mountain air. Well....that didn't happen. It rained more on our "hiking" day than the day we drove up. So our six mile loop with two summits of over 4,000ft mountains turned into about a three mile hike with a summit of Mt. Avalon, not one of the 4,000 footers in the White Mountains. We were wet, tired, and ready to get back on the road. Someone who did have a BLAST?? Beau. That dog must have been a mountain goat in another life. There were some STEEP ascents and Beau flew up them without a problem. And don't worry, when we got anywhere close to a ledge, he went back on his leash.