The hike down to Crescent Beach was short but steep (sorry no Garmin data — Mikey used his Apple Watch). I could tell Winson hadn't run all week. At 12 years old, he gets the occasional flare up, and I've been making the poor guy take a little time off running. He pulled like an idiot. And Tully took it easy, checking in with us constantly and making sure I was always ahead of him. If he did pull, Mikey couldn't tell, as he's only 13 pounds. So tiny!
The mutts had a blast running around and exploring the beach. Tully tried to eat the molting mole crabs, and Winston did his best to smell everything.