Of Dogs and Mountains

My dog Cookie and I spent the last few days backpacking in Oregon’s Mount Hood Wilderness.  At about 6:30pm on Saturday night, Cookie and I were hiking along at about 6500 feet when we came across  a woman camped on Gnarl Ridge—her tent pitched looking out at an amazing view of Mt. Jefferson and the South Sister.

Her only mistake was that she left the front door of her tent unzipped and wide open. At this point Cookie saw her opportunity. We watched helplessly as Cookie (who was exhausted from 25 miles of hiking during the previous days) burst into the tent, dusty paws, doggy pack and all, and proceeded to crawl into this woman’s sleeping bag! Unfortunately I was too embarrassed to take the time for a photograph, but here’s a few shots of Cookie on the trail. (Click on the images to see larger versions).

Light at the end of the Tunnel

Yesterday I spent the day hiking along an abandoned railroad corridor along the Salmonberry River in the Tillamook State Forest. We happened upon a tunnel – inside it was pitch black and you found yourself literally staring at the light at the end. I set my camera on a tripod and tool a series of seven exposures which I later merged. My ever photogenic dog, Cookie, managed to stay still through all seven of them! This image is the result.