I was way off with the water running thing. Dad was right about Uncle Clay, he's the COOOLEST. He paddled us down the Lower Taylor river on this floaty thing called a raft over rocks and rapids. Then he put me in charge of protecting the BEER. AWSOME! He is a single pup like me, so I am going to see if he wants to go into town later and chase some tails. 
Over the divide again! I have been told of the legend of Clay. Dad says the power is strong within him. Nice star wars reference Dad. (Lame) It did peak my interest though. We arrived in a new land called Crested Butte. I am very exited, because we brought my life jacket, and I hear talk of running the water. I like both of those things, running and water, so it has to be good. i can't wait.
After marking my way across the country, and introducing my self to many-a-fire hydrant, you all know perfectly well what i mean by yellow snow!
Yep, I am back in the car! I have been promised mountains though. Everything is a bit of a blur. We stopped in Ohio, lots of kids, lots of dogs. Mom has 3 new nieces and nephews, Colin, Audrey, and Camila that I got to sniff along with Uncle Cal's famous Hamburgers. Then it was off to Illinois to meet dad's niece, Sidney and see grandma Geyston. Sidney made me some bling for my collar, and played with me until i could not stand straight. Then it was back in the car, and I had no idea how many cows live in Kansas. I am still horse from barking at all of those COWS! 
Up at dawn again? Got to sleep in the tent though. In the car again? Glad I have my stuffed boar to keep me company, but neither of us have any idea what we are doing. Mom put me on this rock overlooking Bluestone lake for a photo op I guess. I think I look pretty noble though, and it is my good side! The lake looked pretty sweet as well, but there was no time to swim, just time for the pic. Dad says we will go back some day though. We have been following several Hilton Head license plates. You spell Hilton Head O-H-I-O don't you? Dad keeps mumbling about wind shield time, whatever that means. I will keep you posted.
How embarrassing!!! Leash law my fluffy butt! How am I supposed to supervise tent erection and dictate proper fire-building technique while tied to a bumper? Despite this insanity, everything went smoothly after the sun went down and I figured out dad only used a half hitch knot. Those prosthetic thumbs are worth their weight in beggin strips! Therefore I could grill the steaks uninhibited. Take that Mountain Mommas!!
I had no idea how hard liv'n on the road could be. I'm glad my barber shop trio, Bleu and The Barkers, never took off. We left at dawn, or so they tell me, and headed north, or so the digital dashboard tells me. After an 8 hour power nap, I heard banjo music. The lab down the street in HHI told me to paddle faster when this occurs, but I had no idea what he was barking about until we crossed the border into West Virginia. We asked the guy at the gun counter in Super K-Mart where to camp and he said the safest place was a place called Pipestem.
