So, my rescue dog who believes in avoiding most humans at all costs when out in public, especially the inebriated kind strolling through the streets of wine country, has found her happy place.  Somehow, for some reason, when we are in the redwoods, she reverts back to the carefree creature that she once could have been and ventures up to complete strangers for a pat on the head.

We wandered out to one of our favorite stands of redwoods.  Recent rains had made parts of the trail impassable and so we back tracked in to a favorite spot, deep in the way back of the forest.  We had to cross a couple of footbridges, some of them spanning rain swollen creeks.  

I was in the midst of crossing one of these bridges - the fastest running creek yet and SPLASH!   I looked back to see two teddy bear ears, two smiling eyes and a little nose above the water and not much else.  Ysabella swam through the crossing with me laughing and trying to figure out why she chose to not use this particular footbridge.

I watched with interest as we approached the next footbridge that spanned a mere puddle by comparison.  Silly girl, she used the bridge on that one.   She greeted fellow walkers on our hike as is her custom in this particular place.   It's hard to question the wisdom and awe that is engendered in such a magical place.