I’m
a minority. At least at Patagonia Lake State Park I am a minority in that I’m a
hiker and not a birder. In the morning I see dozens of people out with
notebooks, binoculars, and cameras to see the birds. Apparently, this park has
many bird species that winter here along with several rare types of birds that
are found in this limited area. There are guided bird hikes (3 hours long) and
bird boat tours. Instead, I hike. Though…here are the sounds in the morning.
The birds can be quite loud.
Unfortunately
the hiking trails are limited. The first morning I thought I’d head along the
lake toward the dam. I found out there aren’t really trails, just a weak path
that got weaker the farther I traveled. At some point with the coves in the
lakes, I got turned around so I thought I’d head for a nearby peak. It took
some bushwhacking, but eventually I found a road to get back to the park. I did
get to see deer in the hills though no pictures due to the distance.
For
some reason this part of the park has lots of cattle, so you really have to
watch out for cow piles. They are EVERYWHERE. I heard a story where a bull
charged a hiker but I just got some stares from them.
The
very cool part was that I saw a coatimundi (the thing with eyes between the trees). I don’t think I’ve ever heard of
this animal before. First I saw the long tail sticking out of the bushes. The coatimundi
looked at me for some time. But like Bigfoot, my pictures are blurry and from a
distance. It is real!
The
next morning I thought I’d climb a peak. I could not find a trail, so I just
climbed. I’m glad it was cool since climbing in rocks is not something that you
really want to do in an area with rattlers. Luckily, no sighting of any snakes.
You
know those movies where the hero is running down a hallway and the end of the
hallway seems to keep moving away? That’s what it seemed like while climbing
this hill. The top seemed like it was always out of reach. Then when I finally
climbing the hill, I realized there was another peak behind just a bit higher.
And another behind it that was higher. I finally did climb that peak where the
views were amazing.
The
park really doesn’t have trails as much as it has cow paths. I’ve done more
bushwhacking this week than I’ve done in a months. It’s too bad because the
views are great when you can get there. It’s just that you have to fight so
hard to get there!
On one
of my hikes I ended up following a trail that disappeared and sometimes
reappeared so I had to bushwhack through major portions. Pushing through bushes
isn’t a major thing in the East. Doing that in Arizona with all the thorns and
spikes is something else. Torn up my clothes a bit. The good part is being
short so I could stoop under some of the thorns. Really good exercise since it
felt I was doing an obstacle course!