On the Ridges of Foster Canyon: Dog and Man Hike the Hills
Sprawled across the warm rocks, it was the first snake of the season. It shot into the brush in an instant. I had never seen anything besides rattlesnakes in previous encounters, Guy seemed equally impressed. I’m always paranoid that he’s going to get bit; in reality his lumbering owner is more likely to get a strike.
A cove for various creatures was provided where the grassy slopes met the vertical walls. The grass here was bedded down in areas where oak trees provided shelter. Guy was in a frenzy burying his nose into the tufts and burrowing into the granite crevices.