The sky was moody grey, and the autumn colour was past its prime, but this was nevertheless a beautiful spot. What intrigued me perhaps the most were the ancient cedars, clinging to the cliff face by their very roots, and managing to survive in such a precarious, infertile environment.

From the iphone, then tarted up a bit in photoshop.

(this was prior to the dogs finding a mud wallow and dashing back and forth through it with great alacrity)

Last weekend, we drove out to visit with Barry and Audrey and Holly.

There were cordial greetings:

And bum sniffs:

And loopy games of tag:

And finally a few portraits of beautiful Holly: