Shoshone River Hikes

It’s been a little while since I wrote, but after returning to the apartment after a nice afternoon hike with my friend Emily, I felt inspired for a short entry.  We headed out to Cody, WY to take her pups on a mild hike near the Shoshone River.  

It was a blustry Wyoming day with temperatures in the 50s but the wind made it seem a lot colder! Winter has yet to give up its hold on our neck of the woods, but there are signs of Spring everywhere.  Ducks were playing in the river and there were patches of green showing through the sagebrush.

We did two short hikes: the Paul Stock Nature trail and along the Shoshone Riverway trail. Check out Cody’s Parks and Recreation website to learn more: http://www.cityofcody-wy.gov/parks_recreation.cfm?id=30

Morning Walk…

This morning I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Even after a breakfast of eggs and tea, crankyness and an overactive brain threatened the rest of the day. So, Neko and I decided to walk up Indian Creek to where D was baling up hay.

I hadn’t been up Indian Creek for a couple months and what a change the summer makes. The grasses, clover, and flowers were all starting to dry up, but it was still a beautiful scene, especially in the Cormack place:

It was hitting the high 90s, even at 10 am. I had my trusty water bottle, and Neko took advantage of the shade of cattails and muck ponds along the way.  Unfortunately, Indian Creek is lacking in good human sized swimming holes, but it was fun to watch her dive in and flop down in the mud and goop.

We made it to the Reanus place a couple miles later and checked out the old combine (and a few more muck holes).  This piece was abandoned years ago after an attempted seed-harvesting operation.  I don’t think the ranch has harvested seed since.

D finished baling for the day soon after Neko and I decided to settle into a nap under the shade of one of the bales.   So, instead of walking the 4-5 miles home, we crowded onto the 4-wheeler and rode home. A mason jar of cold lemonade later and I realized my mind and mood had gone back to its optimistic self.  Yea for beautiful landscapes!

Hot Springs on the 12

A couple weeks ago, we headed west to visit some friends in western Oregon. This impromptu trip had us packing at the last minute, stuffing the Subaru full of camping gear, and confusing poor Neko with our frantic behaviors. We chose to drive the I-90 to Missoula and then hoped to camp the first night near Lolo Springs on US 12. Unfortunately by the time we hit Missoula, the skies had opened and camping was a decidedly poor idea. So we found a little Mom and Pop motel, ate some bad thai/chinese, and took Neko on walks through Missoula’s deserted downtown.

Then next morning we resumed our trip on US 12. What an AMAZING highway. The rain had made an area that is probably normally beautifully green even more beautiful. We stopped about 50 miles outside of Missoula to stretch our legs and decided to go for a hike at the Jerry Johnson Day Use area.  Rumor said there was a hot spring in the area, about 2 miles up the trail. Who can pass up a hot spring?

The hike was gorgeous. Neko chased sticks and couldn’t believe her luck of being let off leash for a couple hours of running around. Ferns, mushrooms, lichens, and mosses were everywhere; crayola never had greens like these:

Much of the trail followed the river winding up and down through the forest. We found the small hot springs spilling into the main river channel where I took off my shoes and waded in for a couple minutes before heading back to the Subaru and onwards to Oregon.