can't find no track of ours
In October, 1998, Darby was the last of the old setters
who was still able to hike, and we had been hiking
every week since early summer, since I figured
he too was getting close to the end of his hiking days.
When he almost fell off a bluff on one of our
hikes that fall, I got spooked and didn't take him the next time.
And that's why when I took this shot of a stone
bank on Falling Water Creek, Darby wasn't
with me, and it may be that I wouldn't have been able
to take it had he been, since he likely would have walked
through it and left wet little doggy tracks everywhere.
The hike was fine, and I got some good shots, I think.
But without a dog, it just wasn't the same, and there were
times that day when I wondered just what I thought I was doing
It turned out that Darby was indeed close to the end of
his hiking days. We went on a few more hikes together after that,
mostly over pretty easy terrain, and his last was a short one
very early in 1999, which as it happened was also was my
last hike for over a year.