
There were many smells to investigate. Amos ate some of them.

Bridges helped us cross some of the little stream channels. In other places Quinn and I had to cross on logs and stones. Amos waded through mud and water nearly up to his belly.

The Red Cedar was flowing swiftly but within its banks.

In this pose by the river, Amos almost looked dignified, but moments later he ate some green poop.

We gave him a bath when we got home.
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