Went to the Ozarks over the weekend to pick up the tuba. Along the way, did two
volksmarches. The first 10k walk was an absolute bitch - incredibly stony ground, up and down the mountain. The same rain last week that drowned out the Midwest had gone through this area and most of it was still pretty soggy. Literally had to ford a stream 4 times (shin-deep).
The pooches endured well, though the effort clearly kicked their asses.
Yesterday, we did an 11k which encircled the Pea Ridge Civil War battlefield. Terrain was much friendlier this time, but the pooches got their asses handed to them again.
They did NOT want to get up this morning to go pee.