Is Aki finally feeling her age? She will turn nine in November, which puts her on a shady side of middle age. But she is always excited to reach the trailhead and runs two miles to each one I walk. Maybe it’s the weather this morning that has her sending me, “Are you sure you don’t want to go home now” looks. It is cold, wet, and windy on this mountain meadow. My hands are going num. Raindrops cover the filer each time f I point the camera into the wind. If not for the subtle fall color I’d bailed an hour ago. The little dog and I hang in for another half hour and return to the car where she huddles near the door. She leaps inside when I open it, seems to enjoy it when I towel her off. Is this a glimpse into our future? When will it arrive?