Every morning it seems like the same thing, “Get up Porter! It’s time to go running.” Wonder what it would be like to sleep in.
Once the run was finished, I’ll admit that I felt pretty darn good, and the day was picture perfect for running on Windsong Rise.
It’s been warmer than the beginning of the month, but the ice is still thick on the lower pond. It’s not a bad pond for ice fishing, but I don’t know how to catch fish through the ice!
Can’t resist this one again!
George at the airport, December 27, 2007.
“All bassets have halos.”
You gotta admit, our Christmas trees are mighty pretty as we head beyond Christmas.
I figure they should look good all year long. Great basset mind in this Porter Basset.
Darn coyotes are using my running trail on Windsong Rise! The nerve! I guess I could stay vigilant like this for the next 24 hours, you know, catch’em in the act…
but my chair and dinner call me in by evening. Darn coyotes are pretty lucky that I have more important things to do.
Still looking wintery on Elbow Canyon Road even though we’ve had above freezing temperatures.
Meanwhile on Red Canyon Rim Trail the colors sure look wrong.
Barking of colors, dad wrote a RAW converter program for the Sony R1 camera. Dad knew he could get more detail out of the photos. And the converter does pull out more detail. But that bugaboo of colors haunted him again, he just couldn’t get them right.
“Not good colors at all dad. Huh?”
It was a beautiful Christmas day, so I was one pumped up, hard charging basset!
We put up our Christmas trees!
Okay, we didn’t put them up. They’re the Ponderosa pines on Windsong Ridge. But we did designate as our official Christmas trees for 2013. What’s even better is that they will be around for next year too.
The only problem for me today was the darn cattle guards. Bark about slippery with the snow.
I get part way onto the things and then I realize I can’t go on and backup and, well, it’s brutal.
I finally figured out that I needed to go under the fence on the side of the cattle guard. Dad tells me I could have picked an easier spot for this under the fence scramble.
We went over to the Black Hills Horse Sanctuary in the afternoon, but first let me show you George’s good time on Christmas 2007. George and dad hiked down into Coal Canyon and made the grand circle. George was looking darn handsome at Circle Viewpoint.
It was a great day for muscling through snow. George could haul basset butt through snow.
On to the horses. I went out to photograph Paisley. She was being a tough one to photograph today. She kept hiding behind the other horses. But she did show herself sometimes.
Champagne Lady was in a photo posing mood! She’s not usually that way, so I sure took advantage of it. It had to be the Christmas beautiful day.
As the sun got lower in the sky, it was time to say Merry Christmas to the mustangs and wish them a peaceful night.
“Oh hail the sun for being with me this afternoon for the start of the Christmas Eve sky show.”
Dad and I had a fantastic hike this afternoon to Basset Back Ridge.
The snow and cold have made it difficult, but today’s warmer temperatures has us plowing through the snow and loving it. The snow depth, well look at our path on Windsong Descent, it’s still deep in this area.
On Windsong Rise dad and I got ready for the setting sun. Can you tell which shadow is dad’s and which is mine?
The sun set and the Christmas star appeared!
Okay, it’s Venus, but how often does Venus shine so brilliantly on Christmas Eve?
We then stayed outside so we could have a walk under the myriad stars of Christmas. Splendid show!
George didn’t get a great Christmas Eve show in 2007, but the sunrise…”Dad, this is going to be good!”
And it was!
Another morning with the temperature too blasted cold, -11. Dad said he’d give me day off from cold running and take me to the Horse Sanctuary.
Rioja was waiting for us to tell us that it had been a cold night and was still looking darn cold with the new snow and cold waning moon in a dense blue sky.
I braved the cold anyway to get photos of me…
But I was there for photos of the horses. None of them were moving too fast in this cold. The Sundance band meandered around at a slow pace as they headed for the hay strip.
I stopped by to say hi to Angel. She’s pretty friendly, not as friendly as Sierra, but she does like attention.
Poor girl had a miserable life before she came here. It’s surprising she likes any human at all.
George’s days of miserable neglect were long forgotten as he snoozed on a cold 2008 day.
Dad calls me ear challenged. When you look at George’s ears, no doubt I am.
Geez, don’t look now dad, but there’s more snow coming our way!
Just what we needed! [Basset sarcasm intended.]
2013 has turned out to be the year of snow. Let’s move on to 2014 and get going on some milder weather.
George looked up at the sky from Ponderosa Thicket in 2008.
Definitely a dark winter day for him too.
Happy Winter Solstice.
It was a dark one alright, the depth of winter, no doubt about that.
Dad and I went over to the Black Hills Wild Horse Sanctuary to say hello to sweet Sierra and give her some sweet feed.
She’s a pretty girl no matter the lighting.
But what’s this? A broken running light lens on Rover!
Sierra in her zeal to get some sweet feed kicked Rover’s back end a few times with a front hoof! She knows what door must come open for the sweet feed. Now that’s zeal I can understand, yes indeedy. She’s still sweet Sierra, but she’s pretty darn smart Sierra too.
A dark Winter Solstice, but it could have been worse, just ask George in 2007.
Crashing in drifts on Winter Solstice day is not much fun.
Gives me the shivers.
Bark about another cold, crisp morning. Nothing had been out and about on Elbow Canyon Road except the coyotes.
We had to plow through snow on Windsong Rise for our run.
Thank goodness dad didn’t make us do the rough stuff down and up to Basset Back Ridge. Our plowed path went no farther than the start of Windsong Rise Descent. Whew.
Tomorrow is the Winter Solstice, um, the first day of winter, that season we’ve had for over two months now.
George’s December 20, 2007 was a darn wintery day. George got cold paws catching the sunrise and glittering ice crystals.
It was a good day to get back inside, keep the paws warm, and enjoy Christmas cookies!
This was our run this morning on Windsong Rise.
And you thought I had it easy!
George sure was blasting through the snow around Mathias Peak in 2007.
Bassets in the snow, great stuff!
I had a great time blasting around with Hedge this afternoon. It’s all about me! Enjoy me with these photos!
Bark about a warm December day!
We got up to 55 degrees, which considering the -15 stuff only 8 days ago is kinda amazing.
Dad and I ran on Windsong Rise. Unlike the airport path, there’s still snow on our Windsong Rise path. It makes for some slippery running.
But I got the paws that can handle it!
Sorry about dad’s luck with his sliding along.
Winter’s coming back tomorrow. It will be looking more like George’s run early in the morning in 2007.
Happy Basset Ears Day!
This is serious stuff folks! It takes a lot of grit flying through the snow as George did in 2007.
Bark about determination.
And what a great looking basset too!
Barking of great looking bassets, there is me, even if I was having a bad ear day on the early morning run.
Beautiful morning for a run.
Barking of beautiful, how about this canvas print by Karen Parker? I couldn’t let this one go, so I bought it for dad.
You gotta admit those Spanish Mustangs are poetry in motion.
On this beautiful day dad and I stopped over at the Wild Horse Sanctuary. We went across the river and took a walk on the Wild Side. The last time I saw this foal with his mom, he was just a wee little guy.
They were about the only two mustangs willing to hang around when dad and I would approach them.
Barking of the Wild Side, here’s a wild turkey fight at the Wild Horse Sanctuary. This is not for the squeamish! Stupid turkeys I could have grabbed both of them, since they were too busy fighting to notice anything else.
Easy running up at the airport this morning. Our path is clear of snow!
Five miles away on Red Canyon Rim Trail, it’s a different story.
The burned Ponderosa trees still hold onto some of the orange needles, but soon the area will look like Basset Back Ridge.
George had an ice crystal walk on at the airport back in 2007.
The 0 degree night had created beautiful crystals on the asphalt.
“Makes me hungry for ice cream!”
I’ll end this post with a decent enough sunset that dad and I got to enjoy this evening.
George was such an early riser!
Dog oh dog, I just can’t do it. So when dad got me up earlier today for a tour at the Wild Horse Sanctuary, I was tough to rouse. I did make it, but I’m just not a get up before the sun type of basset.
At the Horse Sanctuary Cassidy’s curly mustang forelocks can’t be beat if you love curls in the hair.
We had a great tour. I did my usual getting horses’ attention and letting them know a vicious predator is around. Whew! All this work and all I got for my efforts was a hotdog.
I need a pay raise.
Mild December day which melted a lot of snow, but there still are the drifts holding on and will be around for awhile yet.
Dad and I caught the early morning sun as we jogged at the airport.
Then it was trip to the Wild Horse Sanctuary and some photos of the horses.
Darn mild day and pretty nice overall. Good morning for photos.
As for the mustangs, look how content they are finally, finally having warmer weather.
George’s day in 2007 on his run at the airport? Considerably different from mine!
Today was the open house at the library! Santa was there.
And there were lots and lots of treats. Yes, I pigged out!
Did I get full? Ha, no way! I was eagerly listening for activity in the kitchen as dinnertime came near.
George showed that same anticipation for dinner in 2007.
Basset awesome cute!
I tried out my new hat this morning.
Sota gave it to me, very nice of him, don’t you think? And the hat fits well.
I’m not so sure about the little ears on it, however. And I hope that I won’t be kept inside a fence when I have my hat on.
It was too warm out for a hat or a coat.
But, the hat will come in handy, when that temperature drops again.
George was at the airport on this day in 2008.
“Dad, I’m just not getting the colors right on this Sony camera.” He eventually did, but it took a lot of experimenting.
Bet you can’t guess where I was this morning?
Okay, you can tell it’s the Black Hills Wild Horse Sanctuary. Dad and I figured it would be a good morning for a visit. Is that Rioja in the background?
We followed the feed truck to the Tourist field. Dog oh dog, can I ever understand the enthusiasm of the horses for this time of day!
Sweet Sierra followed us around as usual. She sure is a cuddlier. I left her some sweet feed for a bit of a treat.
Treats? Did somebody woof treats? I got some in the mail today from Karen! Lucky dog!
Bark about an ice clinging day for George in 2007.
The runs can be tough during the winter.
Definitely a winter day on Windsong Rise.
Dad and I had to blaze a trail through the snow for a jog.
It looked pretty good when we were done.
Funny how much more snow there is on Windsong Rise than in Edgemont.
Rover got a new battery, so he’s all charged up, which is good, cuz I would hate to be stranded on a below zero day. Heat in winter is a good thing.
George had a splendid morning hiking around Mathias Peak in 2008. Kept him in a jaunty mood.
Kept him looking handsome too.
I’m sitting at the spot of the 2007 Basset Drift Busting Championship.
George was in magnificent form that day! Here he begins his entrance into the drift.
Full speed ahead! Plow through like a champion!
And George was the champion that year!
We didn’t have drifts deep enough for a good run, but I gave it a darn good practice anyway!
Yes, another frigid day, today. Dad was not happy that Rover’s battery died in the cold. Lucky me to be inside while dad worked on that problem.
We did get crystal clear skies in the afternoon, so that was nice.
Even better, dad got me a Dairy Queen lunch. I’m diving into this hotdog NOW!
Didn’t take long to get chilled. I had to get under a sheet and winter coat back at the house to warm up. The afternoon sun felt grand streaming through the window.
Five years ago George’s hike on Red Canyon Rim Trail was gloomy to bark the least.
And like me, he snuggled right in for a nap when he got home.
Yeah, another below zero morning. The basset hound sign may be here, but I’m beginning to wonder if this is such a great basset place!
What’s a Porter basset to do?
Well, I did get in the warm Rover and went over to the Horse Sanctuary for some photos of the horses in the cold. Like me they grow snow beards!
They also collect a clinging coat of snow on their backs because of this relentless cold.
Bark about I’m better off, cuz I can go inside to a warm bed. Imagine having snow on your back for a week! Yuck!
I took some train photos too. How about this new ACe unit?
Then I spent the evening with Gene and Agnes, where it was warm and I got plenty of treats. Maybe this is a pretty good place for a basset after all?
George was standing tall in the snow on this day in 2007.
He had a darn good time chasing down rabbits at the Grassy Ridges too.
Snow and cold isn’t always bad.
Dog oh dog, bark about two extremely handsome fellows.
That’s Buckshot in the photo, one of Karen’s many terrific photos from the Black Hills Wild Horse Sanctuary. Buckshot and I sure are the ladies guys with our good looks.
Yeah, let’s not even get yapping about the cold this morning. It was so cold nary a Prairie Dog popped a head up when dad and hiked Red Canyon Rim Trail.
And is it cold again tonight? Well, duh! It’s so cold that even with the stars and the waxing crescent moon shining, there’s snow falling out of the sky.
In the early morning hours of 2007 George didn’t have it nearly as cold, but there was lots of pretty frost blanketing the ground.
Was it cold this morning? You bet your big paws it was! Did dad make me go out into the cold. You bet your big paws he did! I survived, but that’s cuz of my fortitude and willpower, not because of dad’s kindness.
From Lookout Road this morning the landscape sure looked desolate.
Not a good place for a car to breakdown.
I hauled butt on Red Canyon Trail. Yeah gotta move fast to keep warm in this weather.
Bark about a gloomy day in 2008 for George on Red Canyon Rim Trail.
Sometimes the dreary days in December can be mightily tedious.
So Porter, how bad was it today with the wind and the cold?
I’ll bark you, “It was awful!”
This was in the afternoon at the airport.
And of course, it stayed cloudy all day until the sun was starting to set, then it clears up nicely, so it can be doggone cold tonight. Blah!
George was much luckier for a photo setting on this day in December 2006. How about a nice warm room with Christmas decorations as George showed off his Sheriff George books?
Did dad take a photo of me today in a nice warm room? No!!!!
“Dad! Do I have to get out of the car?!!!”
Okay, it wasn’t all that bad running this morning. We managed to avoid snowfall and the cold coming later on. This evening is another story; wind, cold, and snow. Blah!
George had a brisk morning with snow on Howling Rock in 2008.
It was one of those hikes where the ice sticks to those basset ears.
With the early morning clouds moving our way and the rising sun, the coal hoppers on a BNSF train sure were standing out as dad and I headed for our jog.
And it was a gloomy morning, but come the afternoon dad and I hiked around Mathias Peak with this sky.
I stopped at Grand View for a grand view in the nice afternoon weather.
We even spent some time at our chair spot at Summit Tree Camp. The sun kept us nice and warm.
So here’s a Porter question, am I a professional photographer? I do get paid for my photo work, but not in the form of money. I get paid in treats.
And I only have one customer. That would be dad. Okay, maybe I’m a nearly professional photographer or almost professional photographer. Well dog poop, what do I care as long as the treats keep coming!
On this day in 2007 George was setting up for his 2008 Christmas card shots.
Turned out to be a nice card.
Later George was full of energy and made the most of that energy as he jumped and ran at the airport.
I think that I look pretty darn good under a blue sky.
Well, dad and I had best appreciate what blue sky we got, cuz it’s not looking too good this week for lots of sunshine. Winter will be coming in! Like cold, cold, cold.
48 miles in the last four days! That’s what dad made me run and hike!!! Help!!! I need MORE treats!!!!
Makes the perfect Christmas gift! George’s How George Became Sheriff George book was a great gift to put under the tree in 2006. Here’s looking at some of the pages from that order in December 2006.
George’s morning in 2008 started out with a darn nice sunrise.
The sky remained fun to watch all day long. As George hiked Mathias Peak, he kept his eye to the sky.
Sun and clouds for me too today. I don’t think the sky was as interesting as it was for George, but it was pretty nice running out at the Cottonwood Bluffs.
Sigh, I’m still a little depressed that I missed the big turkey feast.
Dad gave me extra treats today, so that’s helped…some.
I did have a great afternoon with the horses at the Black Hills Wild Horse Sanctuary. I let dad do the mundane photos, you know, product photos for the store (very, very boring). Once we got out in the field, I took over. First I had to get photos of one special horse.
Then dad and I waited for the setting sun to do its mustang magic. As the sun fell to the horizon, I barked at some of the horses, “Hurry! Move over there!” El pronto! They were very cooperative.
“Okay guys, just hold it steady until the sun goes down,” I woofed. More cooperation! Love the mustangs. The results:
Finally it was time to bring out the flash. The colors of the sunset could have been more dramatic, but for now, I’ll take it.
Another beautiful morning for our run on Basset Back Ridge and Windsong Rise! But, I’ve got to woof you that even with the magnificent weather, running six miles gets this Porter basset darn tired at the end. It takes some true grit to get that last half mile in.
Look at the grass on Windsong Rise. Now imagine Hannah and Honey racing across the land behind me. What a photo that would make!
Like yesterday we put the miles in. In the afternoon, dad and I hiked to Summit Tree Camp.
We took some time at this chair spot to sit and rest and appreciate the fine November day (dad gave me some treats, too, which was a bit of the alright of him!).
November 29, 2007 early morning found George on his run at the airport. For whatever reason the runway lights came on, which made for an interesting diversion from the normal early morning run.
George was ready for takeoff!
In the early afternoon he returned to the airport.
Looks like he has a great trip!
Well doggoneit!! I missed out on the Thanksgiving feast today! Darn dad, he see’s a Ponderosa Sky and he won’t stop being outside. I won’t deny that it was an excellent day for running. I did have an extra bound in my step at the end of our run, cuz I was thinking of turkey, turkey, turkey.
But it was hiking, hiking, hiking, instead. And it was beautiful hiking on Rocky Trail.
Our destination was Submarine Ridge, where I kept my eyes peeled for coyotes, since they like to sneak around in Basset Amphitheater.
Didn’t see any.
I’ve been using the Sony R1 all week, in celebration of eight great years with the camera.
Dad hopes it has at least another eight years.
George had another great day hiking around Mathias Peak in 2008.
Yup, instead of shopping on Black Friday, George was doing what George liked doing best!
Dad and I ran at the Basset Arroyos this morning. I hunted around for porcupines, but no luck finding one.
We then hiked to Coal Canyon Overlook. Sometimes we got a Ponderosa Sky.
And sometimes not.
I anticipated a nice sunset at the airport, but though it was okay, it sure wasn’t what I hoped for.
I’m hoping to pig out tomorrow for Thanksgiving! Of course, I could see dad skipping Thanksgiving meal if the weather is great. Now that would be stupid, don’t you think?
Dad did skip the Thanksgiving meal in 2008, because of great weather. Instead of eating turkey and all the other great things, George was hiking all day.
He should have fallen asleep in the afternoon with a lazy, fat tummy, but all he got was bone weary tired come bedtime.
Splendid day to be outside! I caught the early morning light on Basset Back Ridge during our run.
On our hike we visited Magenta Viewpoint. I’m always looking for elk down in Timberstorm Canyon.
Dad and I soaked in the sun all day, cuz you’ve got to when it shines.
George was looking pretty darn splendid in Ponderosa Thicket on this day in 2008.
And he got to soak in some sun too.
Happy Tough George Day!
Yup, it’s the day of dad’s favorite photo of George. Let me tell you a little bit about it.
Behind George and me is our airport jogging path. George and dad set up for some shots right around 7:30am. To get a surreal feeling, George set the camera to underexpose the sky with a 1/400, f/11 setting and the flash to 1/16. Then it was time to practice some sneers and start shooting. Gotta love the result!
No sneers from me; just my usual sweet face, ahem.
Dad and I shot my photos this afternoon – 3:30pm. I’m facing the same angle George was on his 2007 photo, so the sun wasn’t behind me, but was getting ready to set on my left.
We couldn’t do the shot in the morning because of the clouds. But we did get some Ponderosa Sky while jogging on Basset Back Ridge.
And how did George’s day end in 2007? With a song to the sunset!
On Windsong Rise this is one of dad’s favorite photo spots.
When there’s a Ponderosa Sky, dad can’t resist the colors.
But let me tell you a little more about why the spot is important to dad.
You see, back on September 5, 2007, George and dad worked on the expressions of George photos. Every time dad goes by the location where some of dad’s favorite George photos came about, dad remembers back to that morning.
It’s kinda amazing that these Ponderosa trees survived the big burn of the Coal Canyon Fire. It’s more than kinda amazing that George and dad had such great times here.
Dog oh dog, what a great morning for a most excellent run on Basset Back Ridge!
Okay, it was a touch chilly at -1 in Edgemont. But the going couldn’t be beat on Basset Back Ridge.
It’s sad to see the trees slowly toppling on Basset Back Ridge.
George wouldn’t recognize the place.
Out at the west end of Basset Back Ridge the Sentinel Tree has been lost forever.
Dad and I spent the afternoon at the Wild Horse Sanctuary. I’ll have to see how my photos came out later.
George had a terrific time at the airport in the 2007 afternoon. That little bit of snow is great for speedy running.