Sunny Sunday

I wanted to look for skunk cabbage as I've seen Leeks coming up in other areas so I chose a trail that has a couple of wetland areas to look for them. The North Hay Valley Trail is one of the more hilly trails on the Reserve. After climbing up two ridges, we went down into this little valley.

I let the dogs roam around with me looking for signs of plants with no luck. However I did jump back and forth across the stream and called Hannah. She complied and after about 4 jumps, I got a shot of her leaping in midair.

According to a puppy every leaf and stick deserves her full attention. It is hard to see here but she has a mouthful of oak leaves.

She is almost as tall as Charlie now and almost as long as his Dachshund body is. However she is built so daintily compared to his huge chest and muscular build.

The line attached to her is to step on or grab if she is getting into trouble. I'm also using it as a leash. It is parachute cord and very lightweight. 

I've used this method since the 1980's. 

Charlie jumps up on a log to avoid Hannah. However Hannah will probably develop some amazing jumping skills herself. 

We were going to turn around and hike back to the car from this point, but it would almost be equidistant to do the entire loop.

So we forged onward.

I did give Charlie a carry for a while to give him a rest as at one point he seemed almost too warm. He recovered well after getting a huge drink of water from me.

Hannah got a lift too for a while. She is still a pup and growing. She didn't want to get carried at all. Goofy girl.

This may be the only structure left in the Kickapoo Valley Reserve. I almost wish someone would clean all the debris off from it. This section of trail is pretty rough with down branches and deep ruts. I've been inside of it and admired the handywork of those who laid the stone building.

Towards the end of the trail, I came up on a perfect spot for some toy photography. Hannah nosed things down a couple of times before she learned that the toys were not food and she was supposed to 'leave it'.

Wall-E and Eve wish you a good Monday.

Distance: Just under 5 miles with lots of rest stops for the dogs.

Out and about

Charlie and I went for a nice long hike on Saturday. I took my converted Infrared Camera but took the filters off from it.

I thought it would be interesting to see how it photographed without the nm spectrum filters on it. I used the snow to get a white balance. I like how the snow is white and the shadows are cool while the trees, bark, and foliage has a slight red tint to it.

That said, the lighting was different too. The camera was able to take in much more light than any normal camera.

Parts of the creek were frozen. These little strange holes were in the ice. I have noticed them several times in parts of the creek. I looked up Ice Stars and got a lot of different information about them. I know they appear in the creek after rain/snow/freeze/and more rain and snow and freezing. I always assumed it was because this part of the creek had water flowing up from tiny springs below.

These little ice stars only form in this section of the creek. Odd but interesting!

The water flows pretty easily a bit further downstream as more tiny springs add to the small creek.

I enjoyed just walking along and looking at the shadows on the snow and the reflections on the water. The wild life hadn't been moving across the area much and most of the snow was still pretty smooth.

I imagine on Sunday, that will change and the wildlife will be out feeding before the next weather system moves in Sunday night.

We are to get up to an inch of rain Sunday night and Monday. Heavy rain on top of the snow and ice we have will create some flash flooding and a hard run off of melting snow.

Thankfully, I don't have to go anywhere and I can hike down to the creek to watch the run off.

Charlie enjoyed our Saturday hike.

Into the Lost Valley

After exploring the Ice Cave we headed down into the valley that the 'dry' run empties out into.

The owners of this land call it the Lost Valley. We call it the Back Valley as it as furthest back.
I like to think of it as my 'Secret Valley'. There was a time when the cattle lived on this land.
At that time there were cattle trails that made riding through the back valley fairly easy.
Hiking was always an issue.
The creek used to twist back and forth like a snake gone crazy. Some of the crossings were wide and some were very deep. It was a great place to take a young mule to get them used to water.

Several major floods have changed that. The last ravage was in September 2015. The creek is fairly straight now and in places very wide.
I still love making it a destination. It is a hard hike but worth every step.

Here is one of the places that Creek Leaping becomes a real skill to have.

When we got to the 'Lost Valley' we all sort of separated and explored on our own. Daryl went his way with his camera and tripod.
The girls investigated tracks they found with Amanda.

I tried to take some Ice Finger shots.
I have no idea why I started calling them Ice Fingers. But that is what they look like!

The hike back towards home was not as exciting as the hike out.
We climbed out of the valley in what seemed like a never ending upward haul.

We followed the snowmobile in a westerly direction to get to the back of my property. Then straight down into another steep valley.

I think Evie looked at our 'ridge' road that so easy this morning, looked as if it went on forever...and groaned.

I think we were all tired.
There was a faint burning sensation in my legs. We had all pressed on pretty hard through the snow which had made the walking a bit harder.

The only ones who seemed not to be bothered was Morris and Scout. They trotted ahead towards home.

As we dropped back down towards the house we met Rich who was standing next to the back of his truck.
He'd done the evening chores and welcomed us home with, "Gee! I was getting afraid that you guys weren't coming back?"

Wet and tired the crew went into the house and discarded their wet clothes. Daryl had to put the finishing touches on the pot roast he'd been cooking all day.

The girls announced that they probably wouldn't be up for the scheduled night hike.

We got ready for supper.
And prepared for our next outing.