It’s hard to believe that today is the first of June already. Before we start a new month of bloggery, here’s another shout of gratitude to The Other McCain for the Rule Five links!
Yesterday I drove over to Grantsville, Utah, and hiked a good ways up a into place called Davenport Canyon. It’s nice country, reminding me slightly of the hilly sagebrush country south of Eagle, Colorado and around Williams Fork Reservoir. More scrub oaks and juniper than any of those areas, though, making it a more pleasant hike on what quickly became a warm, dry day.
I parked at the Davenport Canyon trailhead, strapped on my old 1911 (it looks to me to be good mountain lion country) and walked a pretty fair ways up into the canyon. Here’s that the country looked like:
In one of those photos you can see my own little Rojito parked, waiting it’s hot, tired owner to come back down the trail for the ride back to town. There was a good-sized flock of wild turkeys in the area, heard but only glimpsed, and on one of the hillsides I jumped a mulie doe and her little fawn. Lots of mourning doves in the area, too, and a bunch of cottontail rabbits; I stuck a mental pin in the mental map in case I’m still hear when the Utah rabbit season opens.
(I always enjoy bagging a few bunnies.)
This, of course, is one of the benefits of being a self-employed guy who makes his living travelling – this gig looks to be lasting until the end of Q3, at least, which means more opportunities to check the hiking, camping and fishing opportunities of northern Utah and southern Idaho.
Let’s hope that the Imperial City will allow me to work at this business for a few more years before they regulate me to death.
Oh, and serious, issues-based blogging resumes tomorrow.