In Chattanooga I sprained my ankle pretty badly, so it was a little while before I felt up for hiking again. We gave the Cross Timbers Trail a shot and I made it in a mile and a half or so before we had to turn back, but not without giving myself a mild concussion on a low tree branch of course.
We made it up to Wyatt (Daniel) by visiting the fishing ramp for a water introduction. He no thank you’d that whole mess until we started throwing sticks out further and further. Who can resist a thrown stick? He certainly cannot. By the end he was a dripping mess but thoroughly exhausted, which is obviously the ultimate goal for all dog-related excursions.