Just outside Taos is Carson National Forest where we took the dogs for a couple of hikes (with a rest day in between). This particular area has several trails that are shared by hikers, horseback riders, and bicyclists. The weather was warm but not hot and we always carried water with us, even for short hikes.
As always, Amy's nose sent her off into many different directions but she usually stayed within sight of us. Goliath stayed closer and joined Amy in her investigations only when she came nearer to us. The second hike was more strenuous and so his legs gave out before the hike was over. He kept going, but the back legs were shaky and he sat down every time we stopped. He's a real trooper.
As you can see from the photo of Amy's legs, we had a huge cleanup after the first hike because both dogs got into the mud around a man-made pond and in the stream alongside the trail. The dogs were well behaved during cleanup, though, which made the job much easier.
Driving through Carson National Forest reminded us a lot of northern Georgia and western North Carolina.
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