Bud

Its been three years since my old dog Bud passed away. I still think of him, remember how happy his life was with me.

I am not sure why, but I have been taking some of his ashes with me on my backpack trips to the mountains since them. I scatter them over high country landscape in the most beautiful places I visit.

I like to picture him in the Rockies enjoying the freedom and beauty of the glacial lake basins, running among touring spruces in front of peaks reflected in the the mountain lakes.

The kind of heaven I hope for is one where Bud and I would again visit those lake basins, on sunny mornings.