Walking The Shores Of Lake Lanier

Sunday I took jc for a walk around some of the islands of Lake Lanier. This handsome dog sitting on the rocks is me (in case you didn't know!).

Usually we go to a little park up the street, where we walk around the edge of the park 3 times, which is about 2.5 miles. I decided we should go somewhere different, so I loaded jc up in the car and had him drive me to Van Pugh Park.

When the lake is full, the islands are not connected. However, with the lake down over 18 feet, you almost can't tell they're separate islands. I included a little map of our walk at the bottom, but the imagery is obviously from when the lake is up.

There were lots of interesting things to smell. I found all sorts of little pockets in the rocks that were neat, too many beer cans (you dumb humans just have to leave your trash everywhere, don't you?), lots of burnt wood from campfires, and other stuff I couldn't really identify.

This is a tree I saw on a rock, so I got jc to take a picture of it for me. He got one those new T-Mobile G1 Giggle Phones he's always messing with [jc: It's a 'GooglePhone', Sherman. I keep telling you that]. It turned out OK, and at least my feet weren't lopped in this picture (mostly, I suppose, because I am not in it) [jc: YOU try holding a leash, and taking a picture with the sun reflecting off the LCD, and see if YOU can do any better, Sherman].

Maybe next time I'll get him to bring the big camera that takes much better pictures of me. Because I am *always* photography-worthy and picture-ready.

On a different note, I had a flash-back this weekend. Some people came over to get some firewood that my friend William had cut up in the back yard. I slipped out the door to talk to the two guys, when I saw their pick-up truck. I ran around to the back of it and jumped in. It seemed so natural, and jc kinda had to drag me out of it. I'm pretty sure I used to ride in the back of a truck all the time. While the pick-up is cool, I think I'll stick to the station wagon. No wind in my ears, but it's safer.

Here's that picture of the path we walked. We started at the southern most point of the connected dots.

If we keep doing this, my footpads are going to be tough as nails. That sand and those shells are rough on the paws of a dog who leads an easy life.

Speaking of doing this again, apparently there's some idiotic twice-yearly ordeal about changing the time. As I understand it, it's now going to be too dark most days when jc gets home to take me to the park for a proper walk. He seems pretty pissed off about this, muttering about how having to work for a living really sucks, and that stupid little kids can go to school in the dark perfectly well, because when he was a kid, they had to walk to school up hill both ways, in 7 feet of snow (what's snow?) while it was pitch-black dark, and THEY had to worry about being attacked by wild mooses, something these soft, weak, pampered brats of today have no concept of, and how without a cellphone to keep their ears warm, they'd probably freeze to death.

I dunno much about this, but I do know I enjoy my walks, and I'm going to miss them if that's the case. Plus, my humans need the exercise to keep them from getting fat (me, I'm a mean, lean, chipmunk chasing machine!).

*woof*