creekside (again)

 The second hike we did that was a repeat was going up the less-popular fork of Mill Creek Canyon.  We only saw two people right off the bat on the way in - each with dogs: one Liza, a five month old Underdog; and one pack of three Australian shepherd-types - and then didn't see anyone else until getting back to the cowboy jacuzzis on the way out.

Rocky road (not a road)

There is still water in the creeks, more than I would have thought, although it all gets absorbed and/or siphoned off before it gets down into town.  Still, there was enough for Milton to wade and splash and swim a couple of paddles, and plenty for him to drink.  (I felt a little silly carrying two liters of water just for him but better safe than sorry.)

Desert primrose, I think

It was a good idea to get out early and splash around in the creek because as the day wore on, it got hot again, around 104 F.  But after a 7.5 mile desert jaunt, we felt no guilt about sitting in the shade and drinking cold beverages to avoid the heat.  It's the prudent thing to do, you know.

This was only about five inches long -

and no sign of its previous occupant