So it had been close to 10 years since I had visited Lost Valley, since I generally stay away from places where dogs aren't welcome. In fact, now that I think about it, the very first time I went there was in early spring of 1996, when I took Manda, but when I saw the little sign on the foot bridge at the start of the trail that indicated that pets were prohibited, leashed or not, we left and ended up hiking to Hawksbill Crag for the very first time instead.
But today the heaviest snow of the season was on the ground, it was an early Sunday morning on a cold day in February, and the park was deserted, and I hoped that would be enough to save me from hanging if we got caught. Anyway, we had the place to ourselves for a couple of hours and didn't meet anyone until we were hiking back out.
Junie rarely stays still long enough to get into one of my pictures, but in the photo from Cob Cave that appears at the top of this page, she graced us with her presence and was kind enough to hold still for the long exposure. That's her standing on the promontory center left, which gives you an idea of the scale of the place.