Wrong Way Janie

Anticipating the return of cold weather and some serious snow, we've been riding in the high country as often as possible.  Last Saturday, we rode on the Tworoose Pass trail, traveling up a ridge to the east of Rock Creek. 

The above photo looks to the west toward Big Ridge, another of our favorite rides.

We had a small snag in plans when Steve and Boss galloped ahead into this aspen and spruce maze...

...and disappeared. 

Mischief and I saw only one path, which happened to be the wrong one!  We trotted onward for at least half a mile before our mistake became apparent.  By that time, Steve and Boss had gone back looking for us.  Oops. 

Whenever I hollered, Mischief whinnied, as if to insist he could call a lot louder than I could.  True enough.   Still, in deep timber, sound doesn't go very far.  I was feeling a little lonely, and Mischief was a little worried about bears.  An hour or more later, we managed to reunite with Steve and Boss, our big, brave protectors.

Unfortunately, Steve had been following Daisy for most of that time, assuming she had her nose to the ground tracking me. 

Bad on Daisy.  She was apparently tracking elk! (You can see a couple of elk in the center of the above photo.)

This little adventure illustrates the enormous size of the country we ride in.   Never fear, though, we both had our GPS's and could have followed the trackback to the trailer, even if we hadn't found each other before then.

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