Think you only see little dogs riding atop horses in the circus?
Think again…
Here, a chihuahua sits atop a steed, on a path at DuPont State Park, in Transylvania County, North Carolina…She regularly goes for a ride with her owner, there. Here, she stoops to allow grandson Luke to pet her.
One never knows what will come along these paths….But you’ve got to go out, to these places, to sample this world’s variety.
And, check out this link, from Flickr, for more photos of this beautiful park, where many of the woodland scenes of “the Hunger Games” were shot (there’s more than little dogs riding atop horses going on in these woodlands.)
I’ll have a post soon on that movie…Brrr…I still shake, just thinking about it. Now, do click on the lower pic of the little dog on the horse, to enlarge–it’s worth it. At least, they’re not menacing balls of flame coming at one, ferocious pack of automated dogs, javelins, swords or other weaponry…the stuff of HG…but you’ll see when I post my reaction…
In the meantime, take in DuPont Park and Triple Falls…truly beautiful. We who live here know here why it was sought as backdrop for this movie that’s raking in scads of money. It’s become a new mecca for its fans, drawing folks from everywhere.
All right that’s it…Next trip to DuPont State Park, my fly rod is going with me. I can’t think of a better place to begin the trout fishing season. Dupont State Park is a truly beautiful place. I guess it’s far better than bringing a crossbow or machete…
We love to hike in Dupont. We were actually there when they were filming part of if and had to climb over cables etc…
Read all three books in the Trilogy and want to see the movie but have not had a chance.
Penny–Then, if your plan is to see the movie, you won’t want to read my review of it first (unless you’re OK with spoiler alerts)…Nonetheless, “Hunger Games” was memorable, indeed. Thanks for commenting on the on the value of DuPont…Yes, it’s one of my absolute favorite places in the world…but each year, that first ascent–all the way to the top–gets higher and longer (as I age,) til we finally make it to the summit and the covered bridge.
Hubby keeps threatening to fish the streams where we see men fly-fishing, but he hasn’t done it yet…