They weren’t entirely thrilled about being back in the van, but they’re patient boys. They did okay.
They even managed to hang out in close proximity without killing each other! Much!
There was peace for a full half-minute after I took that picture! Then there was violence, but, well, cats.
I stopped a couple times to let them out for a bit. This was halfway up Wolf Creek Pass in Colorado, which, it turns out, is GORGEOUS when you can actually see it.
(The last time I went up Wolf Creek Pass it was snowing like hell & I had to be careful not to die, so not much time for sightseeing.)
(MOM I’M FINE)
Major Tom was less impressed.
Plus it was windy, so they all got back in the van pretty quick.
This is Major Tom’s default position whenever I get out of the van but don’t let them out, so basically every time I stop to get gas or something I have to hip-check him back out of the way.
GENTLY. I hip-check him GENTLY.
The next day I stopped for maybe half an hour around Marshall Pass, in a lovely little boondocking spot next to a creek. Of course I stuck my feet in! But that’s a later post. The boys got to wander — I didn’t even put their leashes on — & I had a lovely chicken salad sandwich.
It turns out that my chicken salad does, indeed, bring all the boys to the yard.
MOM GIMME SOME CHICKEN SALAD
Yes, I gave them some chicken salad. I’m a sucker.
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