Last updated on 2024-11-03
Ezra doesn’t ride bicycle, so I clipped his rope to my belt, and he took me for a walk on Lookout Mountain, the best little fun-size mountain I’ve ever hiked/biked/run. We parked in Sandstone and started at the gravel access road off Pony Express Lane (which visitors this week may never find, since the regular entrance to Sandstone off Colorado Boulevard is blocked and torn up and the contractor putting up the new house at the end of the pavement has knocked down the trailhead signs).
Ezra is perhaps a bad influence on my hiking. He charges doggedly ahead, craving constant motion even up that steep switchback at the start on the southeast slope, complaining with his impatient chirping whine only when I stop to check directions or enjoy the view. He doesn’t want to take pictures; he just wants to go.
Below is Ezra leading me down the last minute of the trail. Good dog.