Willie has been spotted!

Our feral cat Willie walked across the perimeter of our front yard two mornings ago. I had not seen him since before my June road trip to Indiana. Our neighbor Nicole said he'd been on their front porch and they fed him in early July, but I hadn't seen him myself since they spotted him. I figured since Kevin and Eric had not been feeding Willie in my absence, that Willie started looking elsewhere for food. He is a survivor.

I had thought he had literally gone to the dogs, but there he was, dashing into the juniper shrubs. He meowed faintly when I called his name, so at least he still remembers that he has a name. Where has he been hiding all this time?

Reassured that he is still among the living, I went to refill the food bowl by the feral cat house I created on the side of our house. Since our own three cats have been locked in the garage the last three days, I knew that Willie or other strays had been eating the food I had been putting out.

Jordan Hot Springs in the Gila Wilderness

Old hiking friends from our time in New Jersey, Alison and Mike, were visiting Mike's son in Ruidoso in mid August. Last week Alison wrote me an email inviting me to join them on a hike with them on Saturday, and I was allowed to pick the hike. I chose the Jordan Hot Springs, a 12-mile (r/t) hike to one of the prettier hot springs in the area. Knowing that Alison and Mike like a good challenge, and also knowing that they had already bagged a peak and done some mountain biking, I opted for this hike. It's one of my favorites and I hadn't done this hike since I was last in the area with Sadie in 2009. It was time to go back!

But this time I kept Sadie at home. Her epilepsy is making her easily restless, much like how she was on the last hike in Slavin Gulch, so with some guilt I left her at home and took Minnie along instead.

Minnie is a quiet traveler. She doesn't whine much and her only flaw is that she doesn't like to give up her spot on the cot when it's my turn to rest for a while. I had gotten so used to Sadie's incessant whining that I thought all GSDs were like her. I'm now learning that Sadie is not normal. While she may not be "retarded, clumsy and annoying" like Eric said, she does have special needs that can be misunderstood among strangers. I also knew that the Jordan Hot Springs has 2.3 miles of exposed ascent at the start, which could be uncomfortable for her.

Minnie proved her worth on her first road trip to California last month. I packed her food, leash and doggie bed and left at 9:45pm Friday night. It was perhaps three hours too late for a decent road trip, but I always have a hard time getting going. When I left I soon realized that I was tired, pulled over in Benson 40 miles away, at the Love's Truck stop, and snoozed for 90 minutes. Once I was back on the road at 12:30am, I drove straight through with a pit stop in Lordsburg before stopping outside the Rodeway Inn in Silver City, NM where Alison and Mike had a room. We met outside at the planned 6:30am time and drove to the trailhead with a short pit stop at the ranger station nearby.

"The trail is overgrown with weeds!" said Ranger Amy. She was right about that. She failed to mention, however, that recent monsoonal rains had also made the Middle Fork of the Gila higher than normal. But the river crossings, all 16 of them to get to the hot springs, is part of the joy of this part river hike. Luckily the last two wildfires in the region two years in a row have spared this part of the wilderness, although there are some burned trees in the higher meadow.

The Jordan Hot Springs is not noted on the signs. One must know where it is and google directions off the internet. Trailhead is at the TJ Corral, the first corral as one drives toward the Gila Cliff Dwellings. (The cliff swellings are two miles further). There were two trucks already parked in the shade, telling us we wouldn't have the hot springs to ourselves.

Minnie is so used to having Sadie to chase, but this time she stayed mostly by my side. She did better than expected.

Both Alison and Mike weren't sure whether to take their water sandals with them or hike in boots. Alison opted to wear her water sandals with socks. Mike insisted on his boots. Later Alison was glad she wore her sandals as the constant draining of Mike's heavy boots after each water crossing slowed us down. But it's not like we were hiking for time.

The hike starts out with a gentle climb, offering open meadows and vistas of the Gila. The grasses were green, much to our surprise. It's my first time seeing the trail so green! Arizona poppies, mallows and other wild flowers were in bloom, along with a very fragrant sage brush, and Mike, the great photographer that he is, stopped many times to capture the desert beauty with his Nikon D800, his new toy. His passion for wildflowers grew while in New Jersey, and he does take beautiful photographs.

We all took turns leading, although I was the guide. Mike stopped a lot for photos, Alison and I chatted about old friends in New Jersey and the Outdoors Club of South Jersey were we met and they still lead the Friday Night Hikes in the Pine Barrens, and we all enjoyed the scenery.

This hike starts out boring with dry desert terrain on an old burned-out hillside, and I told them to wait until we entered Bear Canyon, just before crossing the Middle Fork. They were pleasantly surprised at how lush green everything in the canyon was, and I was delighted as well because two miles of hot exposure was getting to Minnie; once we were nearing the lush canyon floor she came back to life.

The Middle Fork was rushing but not white white water, and was very muddy. While in the off season the water reaches one's calves, this time the murky water reached our knees and higher. Even Minnie had to swim a few times across, but she didn't seemed bothered by that at all. Unlike Sadie, Minnie loves getting wet. She also likes fetching for river rocks on the river bottom at the most inopportune times. By the third river crossing I chose to find a stick to help me hold my balance, and I also removed my right sandal as it was loose and almost got washed away at the second crossing. I couldn't afford to lose that sandal just yet!

We met a party of three on their way back from the Hot Springs. They had camped overnight there with their aging Pekinese, which they surely had to carry across the water. "The hot springs are beautiful!" said the bearded man, and also reminded me that we had eight more river crossings to make before getting there.

Alison and Mike enjoyed the hoodoos, the Ponderosas, the tall overgrowth and the lush, green shade. We ended up not coming across anyone else on this hike, which surprised me with it being a Saturday. Were people scared off by a storm? While we did hear thunder as we neared the hot springs, it never rained on us, although the thunder was one reason why we didn't stay at the hot springs for long. I was the only one who went into the warm water; the other two just soaked their feet. Minnie ran along the side of the pool frantically barking at me, much like Sadie did four years earlier. I wore all quick-drying clothes for this hike, but getting out did chill me a bit.

This was nature at its best. Alison enjoyed videotaping the hot springs, Mike just sat back and soaked his feet, and we all enjoyed the unique splendor of this wet hide-out. Leftover wax from overnight bathers lined the spring's sides, but there was no other litter. Water was warm but not too hot to enjoy, but most of all, the water was clear. I could see my feet. The only noises came from us, as thunder rumbled north of us.

We had our lunch and then returned the way we came. We started off at 12:30pm. It had taken us almost four hours to get to the six-mile mark?! The return seemed faster, but we still took our time, with Alison yelling out how many river crossings we had, and all of us watching the river for hidden rocks or uneven bottoms. Minnie was still full of energy and at times wanted me to throw my hiking stick for her. I refused, and at the final river crossing Minnie had chewed that stick into smaller pieces that it couldn't be used for the next willing river crosser.

I knew that Minnie would lose her energy once we were out of the lush canyon and back on the exposed descent. Sure enough, in the heat of the day by 4pm she was panting quickly, requiring us to stop a few times for her just to get her to drink. Storm clouds overhead provided for some relief, but it was still hot and dry for her. She wanted to rest and dig her feet into the cool sandy soil, and I had to coax her to move on that last 1/4 mile. The 12.56 miles were Minie's limit and she had reached her limit. By then we were all glad it was over and headed back to Silver City where we enjoyed a meal at Jalisco's, perhaps one of the best Mexican restaurants in the Southwest.

Slavin Gulch in the Dragoons

I finally joined the Huachuca Hiking Club with a hike to Slavin Gulch, a creek with many seasonal waterholes this time of year. This was also Kevin's first hike in over a year, and together we met old and new hiking pals again.



Naturally this is also the season for active rattle snakes, and shortly on the trail we spotted a coiled Western Diamondback in the middle of the trail. The dogs weren't on leashes at the time and walked right past the snake on the trail. Sadie went past the snake a second time and the snake didn't bite her. Thankfully, as that would have ruined the hike. Since it was at the start of the hike and the dogs were still chasing each other, we opted to keep them onleash for most of the trail going uphill to the Hoodoos, where we rested and then walked down to spend more time at the largest waterhole.

The hike was led by Mike S. Paul, Rod, John and three more people (two who are young scouts) joined us.


I was dressed in nylon that wouldn't stay wet for long. I even wore my ten-year-old Keen Water Sandals, which desperately need replacing. Once in the water, the shoes were ideal, but they were lose on the trail. Zeke and some of the kittens in the last year have chewed through the straps that tighten the shoes' hold around my feet. It's time to get new shoes.

We haven't had significant rain in over a week, which was good as there was plenty of water trickling everywhere, along the trail and in the creek. There was no chance of a flashflood, either. For the dogs this was the perfect hike, and we focused on the waterholes. The valley and the ridge were still very green from recent rains.

Minnie, it turns out, will fetch for anyone. She dove into the water to retrieve sticks, rocks, whatever, which then stressed Sadie out as she didn't want to go into the water but she wanted to fetch. She wouldn't stop barking, so we opted to bid farewell to the group and walk on to the truck. We didn't want Sadie to stress out so much that she would get another seizure. Although she was tired from the hike, I gave her an extra dosage of phenobarbital to prevent a seizure. She was fine the rest of the day and slept well that night.


Next Friday I am driving with at least one of the dogs to the Gila Mountains in central western New Mexico, where old friends from New Jersey are visiting for ten days. I can't wait! Unfortunately, the Gilas suffered from two very devastating fires these last two summers and I don't even know what trails are closed or not.

According to Rod, who later sent me a GPS print-out, the hike was only 4.6 miles, shorter than expected. My thighs felt a little sore that evening, but definitely not paralyzing!