fox hounds
The Road Warriors: Day Seven
John and Beth at the south edge of the 270-degree views from Nepenthe
They told me it was worth it. To go to the hassle of dropping my trailer in L.A. To go to the trouble of wiggling east, then back west to find Highway 1. To suck up a whole tank of fuel just for a hundred miles of roadway.
And they were right.
The legendary Pacific Coast Highway earned top marks from our intrepid traveling band for beauty, raw power, force of nature, and inspiration, and not necessarily in that order. I read somewhere that lots of people fly into San Francisco, rent a convertible, and drive the route north to south (the preferred direction). I agree. This was fun enough in a diesel truck, but how much more so in, oh, say, a ’97 Esprit Turbo. Highway 1 is built for sin.
Puppy Show Runner-Up Takes All at Canadian Hound Show
Clasher and Clementine (foreground) with huntsman Antony Gaylard
The experts tell us that puppies can change from one week to the next. Not that Toronto and North York Clementine was ever an Ugly Duckling. But to go from Reserve Champion at the hunt’s puppy show on one weekend to Grand Champion of the Canadian Foxhound Show the next weekend is certainly a remarkable feat for any un-entered hound.
