I had plenty occasion later to think on the unfairness of it all. She loved those dogs so much. And some people who shouldn't even own a pet rock somehow skate by with a few minor bumps in the road.
We went up a different mountain after that, searching for huckleberries. I think we were a bit late. There weren't a lot of berries in our favorite picking spot.
On our way back we found absolutely the most magical place! A stream running down the mountain with moss and ferns and millions of tiny waterfalls and beautiful rocks. I can't even begin to describe it, but it was magical, and refreshing, and wonderful. It was too dark for pictures, but you can be sure I'll be going back!