Some days Koda and I venture off by ourselves. This is my meditative walk. This is the walk that feeds my soul. This is where I commune with God and imagine what heaven is like. This is a walk that makes me think of the Garden of Eden and of people long ago. This mountain used to be trod upon by Native Americans. I pass a gnarled old tree that has seen generations of hikers before me. I encounter creatures of all kinds. Some I see, others I just hear. Spotted newts are constant sights, especially on wet mornings. They are hard to miss with their bright orange color against the brown earth and gray stones. Other animals, like this toad, I only see because Koda finds them for me. One morning a startled owl sails out from a treetop. Another morning I see a moose. I know there are deer out here, and coyotes, and bear. I think I hear a bear cub one day and decide it’s best to move along and not find out for sure. Where there are cubs, there is sure to be a mama close by.