It was October 1984, and I was in small-animal veterinary practice in Ashland, Wisconsin. The location was our favorite camping spot in the area, called Birch Grove, a dozen miles or so northwest of Ashland, in the Chequamegon (sha-WAH-mih-gun) National Forest. We had just hiked around the more westerly of the two little lakes between which the campground is beautifully situated in the lovely late afternoon. Ah, I remember it well!
Squiddy, balancing on the rock, was about 5½ and Batty, riding in serene comfort on my back, was about 7 months old. That little dog in front of me, Foxy Lady, was the first of the three best it’s ever been my pleasure to know, and I’m planning to present her in a new post soon. The slide has deteriorated considerably over the years, and I worked for almost two hours to restore it to as close to its original condition as possible. CD made this photo, and I’ve loved it ever since I first saw it.