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May
16

Pups Go West 2016 – Posey Lake or Bust

Camping is great, but a good night’s sleep in a real bed, followed by a shower is pretty OK too 🙂  I gassed up the Jeep and grabbed a breakfast sandwich before hitting the road, making my way to UT-12.  The mountains on either side of UT-20, the route that connects I-15 to US-89, were socked in with clouds, quite a surreal drive.

Head in the cloudsimage

Last October, we picked up an America the Beautiful pass prior to a trip out to Yellowstone to fish.  I’ve never stopped at Bryce with the dogs given the fact they can’t go anywhere except the paved parking lots and viewpoints.  With the pass, I didn’t feel guilty about spending the cash to make a quick drive through just to hit a couple of viewpoints.  Bypassing the busier overlooks, I stopped at a handful of the less occupied to take in the sweeping views of other worldly formations.  A light dusting of snow contrasted nicely with the deep red of the hoodoos as we moved up in elevation.

Bryce Canyon Viewpointsimage

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Panoramasimage

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Mira enjoyed the viewimageimage

A fellow park goer kindly offered to take a family photo – like trying to herd cats 🙂image

Exiting the park, we saw some of the park’s resident wildlife – mule deer, pronghorn antelope and prairie dogs all roaming in the meadows along either side of the park road.  Escalante is a scenic 1 hour drive east of the turn off to Bryce, the surrounding hills all had a new dusting of snow from the previous day’s flurries.  Posey Lake Road up to the campground changes drastically as you drive up in elevation.  Juniper and sage make way for tall pines and aspen as the road winds up to the lake.  The ground was covered with patchy 4-6 inches of wet snow.  The campground empty, I selected the site we stayed at the year before.  I quickly unloaded some gear and headed down to the dock to get some evening fishing in.

The past couple of springs fishing this lake had me spoiled – the fish had readily taken flies, spinners, whatever was thrown at them, the truly difficult portion of the fishing being battling the incessant wind.  The wind was still present on this visit and trout were rising after bugs left and right, but I couldn’t pay them to bite a fly.  Cast after cast, multiple fly changes and yet still nothing.  It looked as though I’d be eating a freeze dried meal for dinner this evening.

The collection of birds on this lake, ruddy ducks and coots, bring a soundtrack of mechanical clucks, whistles and whirrs.  If I closed my eyes, I could easily believe I was surrounded by their prehistoric counterparts that roamed the area in the Late Cretaceous.  A loon and its haunting, wavering call sounded out over the lake as returned to the surface after a bit of subsurface fishing (hopefully having more success than I had).  Seeing that a trout dinner wasn’t in my future, I packed my gear into the Jeep and drove back to the campsite.  The dogs happily played in the snow surrounding the site while I heated up water for my dinner.

Rewind to 3 months earlier, early February, I found myself under the knife to repair what the MRI showed as a torn rotator cuff.  I woke up in a sling and instructions for post op care for a biceps tenodesis.  What?  Apparently, once they opened me up, they found that it wasn’t a torn cuff, but rather a frayed biceps tendon and a torn rotator interval.  They clipped my tendon from its original attachment point and used a screw to reattach it to my upper humerus.  When I left for Utah, I was just beginning to work on strengthening the biceps muscle in physical therapy.  I’m sure my ortho doc would have been thrilled to see me chopping and sawing firewood with my freshly repaired arm, but what’s camping without a campfire?  I got enough wood together for the night, my arm held out,  nothing a beer and a handful of Motrin couldn’t make better!

My wood selection was damp and the resulting fire was unimpressive and very smoky.  The temperature dropped, and while it was still light out the dogs and I retired to the Jeep to warm up and read for a bit before drifting off to sleep.

Mira enjoying the campsite, and her new ballimage

Our accommodations for the trip – a bit smaller than the old Jeepimage

Mira cuddled up, watching the campsite as I readimage

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Great day to take the little beast for a hike (and to take her senior [citizen] picture 😜)! #australianshepherd #australianshepherdsofinstagram #rescuedog #rescuedogsofinstagram #seniordog #olddogsrule #michigan #fall #autumn I woke this morning to the drumming of rain on the roof and wind howling in the trees.  I cuddled back under the covers, my two dogs and my parents’ GSP (who I’m dog sitting) keeping me warm.  I’ve never had much success with squirrels on windy days, it seems to drive them into their hidey holes safe from airborne predators.  After yesterday’s near misses, I couldn’t stay inside and not hunt despite my low chances for success, so around 1:30 I got dressed and headed out.  I saw a red phase Ruffed Grouse creeping through the thorny underbrush before it flew out and away from me.  An eagle cried high above and the treetops were whipping around like they were caught in a cyclone.

I saw one elusive grey squirrel leaping from tree to tree as I attempted to close the distance, no deal.  Deeper into the woods I went, large branches falling around me.  My desire to find a squirrel was less great than my desire not to get taken out by a “widow maker” so I started walking back.  Along the edge of a just cut corn field, 10 yards away, a fat fox squirrel sat on its haunches, a scavenged corn cob in its front paws.  My first shot hit the thorny brush covering the field’s edge.  I nocked another arrow, this one finding its way home. #squirrelhunting #bowhunting #archeryhunting #recurvebow #tradbow #tradbowhunting #psearchery #foxsquirrel #michigan #smallgamehunting #womenhunt So much for squirrel hunting today, I went out for a little bit but was caught in a downpour.  I did surprise a small doe hanging out in tall ferns. (I hate how I sound on video 😂). #hunting #bowhunting #squirrelhunting #michigan #rain #downpour #archeryhunting #archery #womenhunt My parents went on their first vacation in over a decade (out to Vegas to visit my sister) and I finally had the opportunity to pay them back for watching my dogs whenever I need them to.  Maggie the 2 year old German Shorthair operates on a whole different level from my two senior citizens.  I forgot what puppyhood was like!  Today she ate my @jayssportinggoods that I’ve worn like 5 times LOL.  Thankfully for my blood pressure, they’ll be back at the end of the week 😂 #adventuresindogsitting #dog #germanshorthairedpointer #puppy #gsp #germanshorthairedpointersofinstagram
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