After breakfast on Saturday morning, Offspring the Third had wandered off to investigate a stream nearby the campsite. When he had not returned after a while, Herself became a tiny bit concerned. Her worry then grew when her Beloved came back from exploring and stated that he had not seen Offspring the Third upstream.
It was a lot of desert and woods and wilderness, and Offspring the Third had not worn his backpack or his usual "Utility Belt" of various knives and other gadgets that might be useful in case he ran into difficulty. Herself put the dogs into the camper-trailer with Offspring the Second, and went into the woods, moving downstream towards the edge of the wash where she could look out and try to spot him.
She stood and listened carefully. She thought she heard voices, but was uncertain as to the direction from which they came. She waited. Somehow, she felt as though Offspring the Third was safe. She hoped. Then, she spotted Offspring the Third (the bright blue of his jacket is quite noticeable). He was further downstream with her Beloved and her Cherished Friend.
Relief.
She watched the three of them moving their way back upstream together. After a few minutes, she hiked down to join them. They, soon joined by Offspring the Second as well as Aged Crabby Dog and Ottoman-shaped Dog, spent a very enjoyable morning down by the stream.
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