Once again, I leveraged Tinkham to ensure I had human company on an adventure. Junior Adventurer HOS was voluntold he'd be coming. To his credit, he didn't resist too much once he realized he was going for the dog, not for me.

Tink has been getting stronger and stronger as a hiker. She can keep up with me pretty well. Henry, too, has been growing as a hiker. He's definitely faster than I am, but I can still crush him from an endurance perspective. I'm also far more willing to suffer and endure Type 2 fun.

Our trail climbed through the woods with occasional rocky overlooks of the valley. Allowed to run freely, Tink would have stayed on the trail, but shot out of sight in mere moments. Henry, on the other hand, wanted to see all there was to see and made sure we visited each outcropping. The only problem was that since each view was only slightly different from the last, the boy was inclined to think they were all the same and turn back early. (Yeah. Like that was going to happen.)

By the time we were heading home, Tink was flagging a bit and it was clear she'd be napping most the rest of the day. Mr. HOS wasn't at all fatigued, but he was a little less inclined to parkour off every rock and tree we passed.

Once again, we had done our duty to walk the dog and tire her out. A tired puppy is so much easier to manage than one that's been cooped up all day. I'd say the same about the boy, but dang if it's not going to take more than a little walk in the mountains to get him to fall asleep on the way home.