The camera blurred as Mak, super thrilled to be off in the woods after waiting the entire work week, dragged me down the tracks. If you saw and felt him pull you’d never believe he’s ten!We hiked the ravine, then bushwhacked up a tributary where Mak rinsed his toes in cascading ice water.By the time we’d gained the ridge, the horizon was blushing peach.In a sheltered bowl, I lit a fire. Until dusk, we sat and listened to the fire, along with hawk, woodpecker and distant tumbling stream.Down off the ridge light grew dim blackening the evergreen forest below. As we approached the ravine’s descent, night closed in.Another blurred shot. This time, I think, the camera wasn’t sure what to foucs on.Content, Mak now sleeps at my side as I type.