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On Patrol

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Pushing west towards Colorado, we are back at our favorite Black Hills campground for the week.  Kelly is in San Francisco for the week, so it’s been just Lilly and me the past few days.  All is good through – I’ve been fortunate to have great neighbors supplying me with good conversation, they’ve fed me, and they have a big lovable dog that Lilly has completed ignored.

Speaking of Lilly … it seems she too has embarrassingly levels of adoration for this quickly campground – albeit less for its laid-back vibe and surprisingly nice bathrooms.  For her, this place is all about the field grasses steps from the camper.  Undeterred by aging barbed wire fencing, she is having loads of fun stalking field mice who dare enter her turf.

Fear not mice … Lilly and I are leaving tomorrow; the reign of terror will be ending soon.

Bad Day At the Dog Park

Kelly and I knew life on the road would not be without surprise and/or other challenges, and unfortunately this assumption has already proven true.  Sunday, following a drive from Phoenix to Tucson, I took Lilly to a local dog park to play fetch.  The park was empty when I arrived, but shortly thereafter another couple arrived with two dogs.

The owners were polite – asking me if I was comfortable with them entering with their dogs.  I was assured that both dogs were friendly so I welcomed them in.  As is usually the case with dogs, they did their thing – butt sniffing and making acquaintance.  We owners chatted some; I spent a few minutes petting their dogs.

Satisfied things were ok, I turned my back momentarily to retrieve Lilly’s fetch ball.  Then, before I knew it, one of the dogs had Lilly by the neck.  She was howling in pain and we adults all were screaming.  I’ve never heard such an awful sound come from Lilly; it was chaos.  Eventually we separated the two dogs, but not before Lilly was badly hurt.   I always keep a couple of business cards in my wallet and as I carried Lilly away, tossed a card to owners, hollering that the right thing to do will be to contact me and pay any veterinarian  bills.

I quickly drove Lilly to the nearest emergency vet for care.  The attack resulted in a 2″ gash in her neck, exacerbated by substantial “pocketing” – the separation of skin from muscle tissue – which had occurred throughout the back of her neck.  There were also smaller bite wounds on her ear and shoulder.  The main concerns were the gash and pocketing injuries, which the doctor confirmed would require immediate surgery, a reality I wasn’t ready to hear.

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I left Lilly with the vet in the exam room and stepped away to call Kelly with an update.  Meanwhile the attacking dog’s owner – to my surprise, but to her credit, had contacted me via text and email messages, offering to pay all related vet costs, a commitment she honored a few hours later that evening following surgery.  The owner also asked me to keep her informed of any related future costs which she will also pay.  In an otherwise shitty situation, I appreciate her owning up to this without any bullshit or other excuses.

Once home, the initial 24 hours were rough – Lilly whimpered and shook in pain.  Neither Kelly or I got much sleep that evening.  Also complicating matters, a byproduct of the healing process produces an ooze-like substance which must exit the body in order to avoid infection.  To facilitate, two latex tubes are inserted under the stitches, oozing puss all over Lilly … and the blankets and towels we have atop our furniture.  Thank goodness we are now telecommuting workers and able to be by her side throughout all of this.

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Now, roughly 2.5 days removed from the attack, Lilly is doing better and seems to be regaining her normal spirit.  Swelling remains, but is slowing subsiding and she’s begun eating and pooping more regularly – two indicators all dog owners take as a positive sign.

A follow-up visit is scheduled in two days and if all goes according to plan, the latex tubes will be removed – a big win along the road to recovery.

PCT

Kelly and I both took Friday off from work, and amongst other things, our plan was to find a nice morning hike.  Following an unnecessarily lengthy review of potential candidates, we settled on the Pacific Crest Trail.  Sure, the logistics of driving only 15 minutes to the nearest trailhead could not have been easier, but in actuality, its hard to feel that we actually ‘settled’.

The PCT is the most widely used north/south long-distance hiking trail on the western portion of the United States,  and  those who choose to follow its path will view some of the most beautiful scenery there is to be seen.

 

Map of the PCT

Map of the PCT

With Canada and Mexico as bookends, the trail spans 2,663 miles through California, Oregon, and Washington and is closely aligned with the highest portion of the Sierra Nevada and Cascade mountain ranges.  Not in a position to hike the entire trail on Friday, we spent three hours exploring an out and back section.

The trailhead we used for access was just off an old logging road and I’m guessing receives moderate usage.  We saw only one other party (two people total) which made for a very enjoyable morning on the trails.

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The Joy of Dumb Luck

For the past few days, Kelly and I have been relaxing in a national forest just outside the small town of Mt Shasta, which is located in far northern California.  The town sits in the shadows of its namesake – Mt Shasta volcano (elevation 14,197 ft).

Looking east towards Mt Shasta

Looking east towards Mt Shasta

Having driven past the mountain many times, we’ve often admired it from the car, but have never stopped until this week.  The mountain happens to sit in the midst of the Shasta-Trinity National Forest, the largest forest system in California.  Combined the mountain and the high elevation forest seemed like a combination we felt would make for a nice resting place for a couple of days.

It was me who picked Fowlers Campground as our landing spot.  And I didn’t have much time to complete a lot of advance research … so if the place sucked, it would be me to blame.   As luck would have it , the past couple days here have been fantastic.

Sometimes a guy is just lucky.

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Wednesday, we arrived to a mostly empty campground … it’s primitive, has two loops with roughly 18-20 spacious sites per.  Not sure what the crowds would be like through the weekend, we opted for a site off to itself and with the added bonus of a spacious grassy area opening up to a hillside.

Now, having seen the entire campground now in more detail, I think we have the best location … and Kelly deserves all the credit, as I was thinking about another one elsewhere.  As an added bonus, our spot is proving to be a great point of entry for deer and other forest critters … which has provided plenty of excitement for Lilly.

Our site

Our site

Lilly keeping an eye on things

Lilly keeping an eye on things

There is nice river with three waterfalls near the campground.  Conveniently, our site is adjacent to a connector trail which links all three.  We’ve seen two waterfalls thus far, and plan to view the third before leaving in a couple days.  The trails here are nice and since this is a national forest, dogs are welcome on-leash – not so in California State or National Parks.

Once the trailer was set-up, we went out to find the “Middle Falls”, the closest of the three to our location.

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The trail to Middle Falls

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The trail to Middle Falls

Middle Falls below…

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Stopping to admire Middle Falls

This morning (Thursday) we went looking for Lower Falls, which made for a great morning hike – this one following the river.

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The river is a local favorite for fly fishing, and provides plenty of access points to the water.  Lilly wasn’t interested in the fish, but could not get enough of the rocks – climbing all over them (and only slipping into the water a few times).

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Eventually, we arrived to Lower Falls (above).  While this particular falls is not much of an attraction per se, the general area is gorgeous.  It’s so nice to be back at high elevation and in amongst the trees.

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Eventually, we began making our way back to camp.

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Along the way, I wanted to grab some firewood and decided to split this felled tree with my knee.

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Upon arrival back to camp, it was time for lunch.  The remainder of the day was spent … lazy.