It was dog heaven this weekend, one long walk after another.

These were the days that become the whole memory of the season. The sparkling air revealed the leaves at their autumn best.

There was an Indian summer warmth that left some of us happily barefoot.

On Sunday, when we hit the woodland paths for another leisurely loop, we heard guns on both sides of us.

We had thought we had a bit more time before full tilt hunting season, but the muzzleloaders folks were out in full force.

As quickly as we could we returned to the nearest road, singing very loudly.

No more trail walking until after hunting season.

This is not such a deprivation as all that. The view on the roads is not such a shabby sight.