07/09/2026
DELILAH: 6 months old
Delilah was unknowingly booked for an outing at a rusty adventure day camp in the Rockies. She showed up in fine spirits and asked no questions.
She seemed to enjoy the drive that got us to a canyon trailhead. She watched closely as supplies were packed then she accepted a harness and collar with her day camp emergency contact info.
She led the way up the trail, her nose working at max capacity. If not for her anchor, she would likely have been dining on a fresh, locally sourced critter and fowl breakfast just a few minutes into the hunt I mean adventure.
Alas, Delilah and her rusty anchor pushed on into the canyon to check out the impact from the recent heavy rains. (This would only later become a clear poor choice of adventure for which the camp extends an apology to Delilah.)
We were the first to arrive at the beautiful waterfall in the slot canyon this day and the (thriving) mosquito population greeted us with enthusiasm. Any type of concentration (photos for the photographer, hunting for the hunter) became impossible.
We hustled on through the canyon and out into the open, sunny creek. The mosquitoes tagged along. The creek bed had been excavated heavily by high water levels taking the worn path with it, so we picked our way through the remaining rocky landscape.
Despite packing a delicious picnic of PB&J and sardines, neither of us wanted to stop to eat due to the thirsty posse we had gathered.
Eventually, we turned back the way we came and made our uncoordinated escape. We ran into several smiling hikers in shorts on their way into the canyon to feed the wildlife. Delilah froze to assess every oncoming human and gave them a suspicious sniff on the way by if they allowed.
Delilah seemed as elated as me to get in the car. We hydrated and snacked in peace and silently agreed not to find ourselves in that situation again.
If you know someone who would love to have a sweet, eager, and smart girl like Delilah as a forever best bud, she’s adoptable now from Heart Mountain Rescue.