Cheating again, with only a photo for an entry. This was our sunset today, as the masked heeler and I took a few minutes out of our long drive around the countryside collecting wing barrels to walk down to the alkaline shore of Steamboat Lake.

I suppose I should mention we picked up eight barrels, and there was only room in the truck bed for six. Even with one nested inside another. So we finished the late night route with two barrels banging and clanging away in the cab of the truck with us.

The masked heeler was less than pleased with the new seating arrangement, and spent much of the ride on my lap, hanging her head (and ears) out my window.