In the crew van he didn’t sit next to me or even on the floor which was quite spacious. He hopped up and took a seat behind me, you know, like any other crew member.
By the end of the week, my trusty steed sans luxury features was her old (young) self again and we were off to the mountains.
Unbeknownst to me, it was National Public Lands Day. Parking was free, and this little critter greeted us on the first sign.
This was only the first of many bridges to cross, streams to wade in, and forest trails to walk upon.