I mentioned last week that we went from winter to summer in .02 seconds. That continued for several days, which meant we had to start a new routine. Barley doesn't handle the heat well. With the black parts of her coat, the smallest bit of sunshine makes her roast. She can handle mid-80s and cloudy for a little while, but 70 and sunny is too much. I'm sure I've mentioned that I'm not a morning person, so this week has been all about new routines.
I don't naturally get up early. I have to set an alarm if I'm going to get up at by hour that most people would consider sleeping in. Naturally, the thought of doing this on my first week of summer vacation was not appealing, so by the time I got up and had coffee, it was already warm.
Luckily, there's a big cold lake just a few miles away.
|The boats are starting to return.|
Barley doesn't swim. But she'll put her toes in the water and usually that leads to some more of her getting wet. The trail at the state park is 2-miles long, so we usually park in the middle and then we've got at least once spot in each direction that Barley can splash in the water if she gets hot and we're never far from the car.
We took walks at 4 days in a row and Barley spent lots of time splashing in the water and I spent lots of time working on getting an awesome tan line from my GPS watch.
Then, as quickly as the warmth arrived, it disappeared again. Tuesday was almost perfect--sunny and 60 degrees--but by the time we went to bed, the temperatures were down in the 40s. And there they stayed.
We took advantage of the cooler weather by heading out the arboretum again. There were new things in bloom from last week's visit--and some of the things that were so pretty last week (like my bright pink crabapples) were completely ordinary this week. That's probably my favorite part of the arboretum. No matter which trails we take--even if we repeat the same trails each visit--it's always a completely different experience.
One of the most interesting things we saw was a goose flying up into a tree. I didn't know their feet were built for perching in trees. It didn't seem all that thrilled about being up there and honked the entire time. I just happened to look over my shoulder in time to see it fly up there, which then meant we had to back track so I could get photographic evidence that it was up there to share with my family.
I just wasn't feeling the cold weather, though, and that kept me from venturing into the shady woods--I wanted to at least see the sun even if it was still chilly. There was a field trip in the main part of the garden and I started getting hangry, so we only got a little over 2 miles in before I decided we'd had enough of an adventure.
We ended up with 30.62 miles this week and I have one happy dog. Last week, when it was 60 degrees and sunny, she was collapsing in the shade after a mile of walking. This week, on our first 60 degree day, she was prancing along. Apparently the secret to making Barley and I enjoy the same weather is to give her a couple 80+ degree days and then all of the sudden 60 seems delightful.