Drove to Canyonlands National Park this morning and attempted a hike to a mesa that contained a native peoples dwelling/ruins. Arrived at the trail head with 3 inches of snow on the ground. Air temp was 31 which was dandy for the hiking that we accomplished. Alas, my feet got cold and we cut the hike short before reaching our chosen destination. All in all, the land had a soft beauty about it with the snow mixed against the red sandstone. Back at the ranch in Moab, we did a trial run with Enya in her milk crate doggie carrier on the back of Annie's bike. Road about in the back yard before striking out for the street. She seemed to tolerate the entire thing OK and hopefully will help tomorrow when we head south for Bluff and some biking on jeep trails.  The whole educational process was abetted by the finer principles of operant conditioning. I love it when behavior management works.
Off for Bluff in the morning. Happy trails to you all!