The trail along the lake on Sunday was beautiful and well-maintained, and Takoda and I made good time. But on Monday, when we headed to the border and went inland, things changed rapidly for the worse. First of all, the trail ended up being much longer than I realized, and by the time the day was done and I returned to camp, Takoda and I covered about 40 miles. But the worst part was the constant battle with downed trees. Takoda was jumping trees like a grasshopper, and sometimes having to leap over one, then stand perfectly still while I moved some more branches out of his way and cleared another space, then leap again across more logs or scramble up or down a bank to get around the tree. It made for very slow and difficult progress.