This is the blog for the my ninth long road camping trip with my dogs, this time Donner, his second. I can only imagine that when he takes these trips with me his only thought is: This sure beats being chained to those backyards in Los Angeles.
Our cozy yurt at Tugman State Park. Donner sitting on his bed on the lookout for new dogs. He watched a half dozen go by, but got to meet (i.e., sniff) only two, Susie and She-She. Poor dog.
