I’m nearly a casualty before this hike even begins when Dad drops the tailgate on the double barreled dog cannon and nearly scores a direct hit.

Dad fires the double-barreled dog cannon

Having survived that, following Dad’s cross country route to the pleasant loop around the Green mountains is a breeze. We scramble up a somewhat exposed little tower with great views.

Rock Towers

Little rain showers blow over, and we trudge through a number of bogs, some qualifying for “stink bog” status.

Above Blair