Off we went to Moab, because if it's going to be 100+ all around the state, you might as well be in the desert. We drove down Thursday night which gave us all day on Friday. Milton and I wanted to do some hiking so we got up early-ish and were at the Millcreek trailhead ready to go by 6:40 a.m. I had picked Millcreek because of the year-round water flow; because of the Pack Creek fire, however, the right hand fork was dry, the creek there having been diverted for fire-fighting.
There were still some pools of water, with fat polliwogs and crayfish all present and accounted for (except for those being snacked on as evidenced by all the raccoon tracks) and Milt splashed around as much as he could. It was disconcerting to see the creek bed all muddy and drying, though, and I felt badly for the wildlife who depends on this water. We went as far as the indigenous sites and then turned around.
The Millcreek canyons are super-dog friendly and Milton got to meet several new friends, including a doodle named Jasper and Erin, an eight year old golden retriever who was very sweet. I chatted for a little while with Erin's person, a local woman who said that she'd been up hiking around Oowah Lake just the day before the Pack Creek fire started. We both expressed frustration and outrage over the idiocy that started the fire but were encouraged that the firefighters (heroes!) seemed to be getting a handle on it.
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