October's First Campsite

We had travelled a long day. A late start as Mollie was not well. She awoke at 4:00am in distress some stomach ache she gets occasionally. Something she ate perhaps. All she wants is cuddles and belly rubs to soothe her. So the morning was the delirious in an out of sleep state trying to comfort her. 

We stopped frequently along the way to walk as this seems to help her distress as well and slowly she seemed to get better. The best sign was her farting which she never does otherwise. 

I was exhausted and needed to find a place to bed down and drove a few miles off the interstate in western Montana. When we got out we went for a brief walk in the tall grass and it was clear Mollie was back to her old self.

She loves tall grass as it must trigger the field dog in her. She was racing about and bounding and hopping. For me the relief of her being back to normal was amplified by the magnificent scenery as the sun went down. 

As the sun set the hills all around filled with a warm gentle light. The hills soft sensuous shapes, adorned in a golden glow. That last blonde grass of summer readying for a white blanket of winter. 

Across the lake the flats had layered palettes of color stretching back to the green of summer into the brown of fall. While the hills wore dark jackets of pine never surrendering a signal of the seasons. The cottonwood and aspen were like flame of bright yellow ignited by the evening sun.

The sun set further darkening the cloud and brining the moon up with it. The sun played on the bellies of the clouds and finally relinguished its warmth to the cool tones of twilight as the grasses continued to radiate warmth.