valley had gone from a camping destination to our part-time home and Ezra’s business. When Caesar died a few months later, I was grateful for that hike. I still am. Now, we have Chester, a houndy 60-pound mutt with an orange coat and the over exuberance of a dog half his two years. When we adopted him in, I told him he wasn’t going to believe his luck— he was going to spend a lot of time in the mountains of Idaho.
Caesar chaperoned his person on dozens of camping trips in Idaho’s Sawtooth Mountains.
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