First hike of the season

One of the many conveniences of where we live is proximity (which can be measured in yards from the back door) to the Georges Highland Path.  Yesterday was a grand, warm early spring day, so Himself, Thing One and Wilson the Agoraphobic Goldendoodle went walkabout.

They started at a trail head maybe half a mile from the house (as the crow flies) and hiked the GHP back to the house - about six miles, mostly vertical, along the stretch of the trail that runs along the summits of Ragged and Spruce Mountains and offers breathtaking views of lakes, mountains, and the bay.

Our house is visible in the shot above if one knows where to look.

Incredible, isn't it?

I mean that literally.  After eight years, it still about knocks me out, what a beautiful place this is and how fortunate we are to live here.