As in weekends past, Milton and I returned to Millcreek for our Sunday morning, pre-drive north hike. H dropped us off at the mostly empty trailhead and we didn't see anyone on the outbound trip. We went all the way out to the hitching post, ate some dog biscuits (those of us who refused to eat our kibble before heading out on the hike, that is) and then retraced our steps.
There was quite a bit of splashing and wading and jumping and biting at the water in the creek - there was even some inadvertent swimming. When we were almost back to where the forks of the canyon join, we ran into our neighbor Amelia and her puppy Moscow. Moscow got Milt to play a little bit of chase but Milton had done enough running earlier that he wasn't down for a serious game of tag.
When we got to the dam, I texted H; when we got back to the parking lot he was just rolling in. We had enough time to crack a couple of beers and talk with some tourists in the parking lot before we had to pack it in for the weekend. I do love Millcreek (and the Moab Brand trails) but I am looking forward to some cooler temperatures that will entice us to some different terrain.
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