When Mom’s paws get itchy in the middle of the week, she goes trail shopping with The Witch and puts the best ones on a special list....

Here are some posts that I shared with my Friends in the running group… Happy new year! To all my old Friends, yay! I’m so excited to see...

“Hey! I know where we are!” Mom said when we pulled off the dark highway onto an even darker wagon track. The ground was bumpy as the...

This morning Mom took me to the dog beach, where a dog can let his life partner run without a leash through the sand for miles and miles....

“Hey, guess what?!” I nudged Mom when I saw her finally starting to stir in the morning. Then I jumped up to point my nose out the Wagon...

As the Covered Wagon rolled over the trail through the Oregon Outback and cooking us alive, Mom and I listened to stories about the...

Before we even started our hike, we found a treasure: a trailhead bathroom that was open! Our treasure stank so loud that it could blow...

One of those dumb things that humans do is plan ahead. Mom may say that I’m wasting my time doing dog things like chewing on a rubber log...

I don’t know if you’ve ever tried to find something to do in the Outback of Nevada, but it’s not as easy as it seems when you first...

… When you last saw your handsome hero (that’s me!) he had just finished an exciting adventure full of danger and intrigue, and was...

There was one more piece of New Mexico that we wanted to visit before Mom and I made a mad dash across Colorado (which we’d heard was...

Oscar the Spectator Jan 3, 2020 This morning I did my regular before-work run on My Trail. My Trail runs for 4 miles along the ocean, up...

Since I don’t have my driver’s license yet, I never know where we’re going to run when Mom and I get in the car. So imagine my excitement...

To escape the hostile white dirt attacks, in Canyon Country, we needed to get across the Grand Canyon and through Flagstaff before we...

What you need to know about white dirt is that it takes away your choice in where and how you want to drive. When we picked our sleeping...

The Covered Wagon had been parked for so long that Mom was surprised that we hadn’t gotten any mean notes from the coppers about not...

Now that summer is over, mountain season is almost over too. Before the mountains curl up under their white blankets for the winter, Mom...

If you’ve ever been to the Easter Sierra, you’ve probably been to the place called Mammoth. I know that because every time Mom and I go...

Our second trail of the weekend was also marked as “hard,” but lots of people exaggerate on the internet. Not one person had rated the...

The bum in Mom’s knee is nearly gone, and she has slowly built up her strength so we can run for almost an hour a few times a week. This...