Kona on a pit stop about two hours north of the Los Angeles Basin on the way back from an Arizona camping trip during a blazing 2004 summer weekend. In the distance is our party, which included her newest four-legged buddy at the time, Carlito. We were apparently downwind, as her ears don’t stand up like that without help.
Pit Stop
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