February 20, 2017, Anthem- The sight that greeted me, as I headed towards the spot where I heard a small child screaming, was not an alien arachnid, but the upended root system of a dead mesquite.
The child, likewise, was fine. He was just being willful and demanding- and mom had everything under control. This mini-outburst was off to the side of the Anthem segment of the Maricopa Trail.
I was driving back from a lengthy, and rather testy, medical appointment this morning . (I am fine, and the less said, the better), when I happened upon the Anthem Trailhead. This was another confirmation of the dictum that one creates one’s own reality. I had been curious, as to the condition of the Sonoran Desert, after this weekend’s copious rain. I was also curious, as to the terrain on the Maricopa Trail, between I-17 and Anthem. The gooey, but flat, hike I took, early this afternoon, answered both questions.
As you can see above, there are a fair number of boulders strewn along this alluvial landscape, and it is entirely within settled horse country.
There are episodic pools, along the way, one of which gave me a smile. The main water body here, Skunk Creek, was bone dry. There were no little white and black critters, either, but the tracks and scent of javelina were much in evidence.
I came to this underpass, at the off-ramp from I-17, and spotted the continuation of Maricopa Trail, which would have taken me to its junction with Black Canyon Trail, another 1/8 mile to the west.. So, in essence, I have hiked, in segments, from Mayer to Anthem, over the past 1 1/2 years. My main interest in the Maricopa Trail lies in its mountains and canyons, but I will certainly take the sense of continuity, along with them.
Now, back to the title of this post. I was treated to a sudden, brief visit from a friend who lives in Oklahoma, and his little chihuahua. It seems my Okie friends love their ankle biters, but this little guy gave me a sniff-over and jumped up on my lap. It was a fast friendship. They left, ahead of me, this morning, having enjoyed an evening of warmth and stabilization, following their sodden ride through eastern and central Arizona. At least now, the Sun will temper their return home.
So, the ground will need a few days to dry out, my lower left molar has a temporary crown-with its permanent replacement in three weeks, and I have a new little friend.