As I mentioned in my last post, most of my reason for heading this far south in Arizona was to see the saguaro cactus. Today would be my day to FINALLY see this beautiful, humongous, monoliths of the desert, and they were every bit as awesome as I had wanted them to be!
We woke up in the Apache-Sitgreaves National Forest, and after a leisurely breakfast warming ourselves in the sun– we continued our drive towards the Phoenix area.
We tetris’d everything back into the truck and made our way back down the dirt road, and on the highway. I got my first glimpse of Saguaro while we drove near Salt River on the North Bush Highway.
Middle Arizona had a lot more hills that I had expect, more mountains. It was a beautiful dry, deserty mountain area. I had more expected dune’s and flat like the Mojave in the parts of southern California I’d driven through, but I was wrong. I love being surprised!
We decided to take the dogs on a short hike outside of Phoenix, and we found the Hieroglyphic Trail, a local trail with cactus, and petroglyphs at the base of the Superstition Mountains.
Despite the large number of people out hiking, it was a beautiful hike, around 3 miles RT and the dogs were just happy to be out of the car. Jessie had overheated, it was around 75, sunny, and with a light breeze. All of this seems strange for December 28, but we had gone down quite a lot in elevation since we left home, luckily we brought water for the dogs.
We never got the chance to hike over to the petroglyphs because the trail was very crowded, so we just decided to head back to the car and find ourselves a nice campsite for the evening.
After driving toward an HOV area that we had found online, we located this beautiful campsite at the base of a cliff on a quieter section of road. We let the dogs out of the car and began looking around the campsite.
I had started to collect wood for our evening fire, and noticed that Bowie was chewing on something, I walked over to him to get him to stop, and we ended up having to chase him down a ways before he stopped. What we hadn’t noticed at first was that had been chewing on a plastic grocery bag filled with feces…and had rolled in it. It was ALL OVER HIM.
At first we thought it was animal feces, but we soon realized that was not the case…we tried to rinse it off of him, but it just wasn’t working. We were so entirely totally disgusted, and really had no way of dealing with it in the backcountry.
We threw the dogs back in their kennels, drove out, found a hotel that accepted dogs, bought some baby shampoo, and scrubbed the hell out of the puppy. He was unhappy with us, but we didn’t really have much of a choice. Who takes grocery bags and fills them with human feces, there were 4 -5 other bags around the campsite that I can almost assume were the same.
After washed all of our clothes, the dog’s bedding, the dogs, ourselves– we finally were able to eat dinner at almost 10PM, after cracking a beer or two. It was one literal shitty evening.
The day started out so wonderfully– and ended so annoyingly awful. My shit-faced puppy.