Pupdate #2

The vet has confirmed the worst. Cedar and Pumpkin have both been diagnosed with parvo, hookworms, and roundworms. Thinking about how healthy they both look it’s hard to imagine they’re so sick. Parvo is especially critical and can easily kill them both. Fortunately our husky is up on his vaccinations or he’d be susceptible. Our cat is ok since it only affects dogs.

I almost choked when I heard the vet bill. These two pups we picked up on the side of the road just cost us almost $500! I certainly wasn’t prepared for that. Then again, I hate to think of them suffering either. They’ve both been given IV treatments to provide nutrition and keep them from dehydrating. They’ve also been dewormed and given anti-nausea meds as well as Advantage to take care of the fleas and ticks (both had ticks all over them that were so small we hadn’t noticed other than the larger ones we’d already been removing).

They have to go back tomorrow for another treatment and I guess we’ll play it by ear. Wish them luck!

Pupdate

Cedar and Pumpkin have been doing very well. They’re incredibly loving and want to be up in your lap all the time. On Tuesday I went back out to Pumpkin Hill and talked to another neighbor (still no sign of the missing pup) and put out about 18 flyers. They look well taken care of so there’s a chance they weren’t dumped and I don’t want anyone to be missing their pets.

Late last night we started having some issues. Both pups have been eating and drinking very well but I noticed the Pumpkin was very lethargic. I got very worried when she wouldn’t get up to come to me (very unlike her) and she tried dragging herself instead. I noticed she had some mucous after going potty and I worried she might have a urinary tract infection. Unfortunately I knew it was more serious when I learned that Cedar was the same way (though he was still active).

They’re headed to the vet to find out what’s wrong. I’m really worried about their health. Cedar is trying to comfort his lil’ sis.

Cedar and Pumpkin

Family Hike…With A Twist

Since school was out today for President’s Day we decided to take a family trip to Pumpkin Hill Creek Preserve State Park. We got a late start which didn’t work out so well. I wasn’t in a big hurry and normally it wouldn’t have been a problem but the weather was surprisingly warm for February and there was very little in the way of tree cover.

Pumpkin Hill

To my dismay the area we saw was little more than beat up “roads” torn up by horses. They weren’t trails in the normal context. At least they weren’t what I think of when I hear the word.

There weren’t many people out which was a little surprising as well. We did run into some horseback riders along the way. There were only a couple of other cars in the parking lot. We didn’t see anyone else hiking, though.

Horses

The map is a little confusing and you have to make sure you’re oriented properly since the map isn’t. Unfortunately the area we were in seemed a bit confusing. There are four different loops and we decided to head down the green trail. Unfortunately we didn’t see any blazes. We took off anyway and found ourselves at an intersection with no idea which way to turn. So we turned around.

Along the way our first path took us the trail is parallel to Pumpkin Hill Road. We heard some barking and the brush rustling and soon there were three adorable puppies trying to get to us through the fence. They were very affectionate and loved the attention. After a little petting we continued on to the parking lot.

The little hiker (my son) was hungry so we took a break at the car for lunch. At this point it was feeling much warmer and I wanted to get moving. There was a little breeze and I didn’t want to waste it sitting in the car. After looking at the map again and talking to a family that had just returned we headed out in search of the blue loop. It took us several hundred yards to find the first blaze and we turned to follow it.

Pumpkin Hill Main Trail

As we hiked I have to admit that the scenery was nice. It was mostly palmetto and pine but pretty nonetheless. This is where things went south again. My son decided he was too tired to walk and needed to be carried. We finally found a sign (no blaze just a sign that said “Hiking” with an arrow) and since we were at another confusing intersection we decided to follow it. Well, that just led us back to the first intersection where we ran into the puppies again.

Pumpkin Hill Scenery

Pumpkin Hill Signage

We made our way for the third time down the same path to the parking lot and decided it was time to leave. The purple loop (the longest at 3.7 miles) sounds nice. There is supposed to be a gazebo and an eagle’s nest about halfway down. I guess I’ll have to take another trip out there alone to scout it out with the GPS. It just sucked trying to walk in the soft dirt/sand and trying to find where to walk that hadn’t been torn up by hooves.

As we left we saw two of the three pups wandering on the side of the road. The park is in a very rural area near the end of a dead-end road. We stopped and played with them a bit and looked all over for the third. We decided that we couldn’t leave them out there to fend for themselves and threw them in the car. We went down to the dead-end where to our surprise we found another park (Betz-Tiger) that was closed and a sign saying it’s illegal to dump animals there. Apparently it’s a big enough problem that they needed a sign.

We did stumble upon a very nice portion of the park that overlooked the marsh and spent some time there enjoying the beauty. It really was a nice little area. After leaving this area we spent 30-45 minutes driving up and down the road trying to find the missing pup. We talked to a neighbor that was out and left our name and number in case it turned up.

So now we have two puppies in the house along with a young Siberian Husky, a cat, a fire-bellied toad, two tree frogs, and a clown fish. I think we might start a zoo before too long.

Pups Curled UpThe pups are a boy and a girl. The girl is petite at 23 pounds while the boy is a bit stockier at 28. We named her Pumpkin for where we found her. As we were leaving the park we realized that Cedar Point Preserve is right around the corner so we named the boy Cedar due to his reddish color.

Yet Another View

Seek the wisdom of the ages, but look at the world through the eyes of a child. – Ron Wild

This is what I did today. The local FTA chapter had a group hike today but I had other commitments and couldn’t make it. When I finally made it home I decided to take my son out for a short hike back at Willie Brown. As I said yesterday, simply taking the trail in reverse gave me a completely different picture. Today my son did it again.

If you haven’t been to the Willie Brown Trail, you leave the parking lot ready to start your adventure only to find a considerable walk standing between you and the actual trail system. It’s enough to make a 5-year-old wonder why you’re walking down this boring road. With the promise of something cool just around the next bend we continued on. We stopped briefly at the bridge over Hammock Creek. We didn’t stay long, though, as the water smelled like “poop”. Out of the mouths of babes.

We turned down the trail towards Willie’s old homestead and heard the loud calls of two large pileated woodpeckers. One flew off but we watched the other for several minutes as his bright red head moved around the tall pine. I prodded my son forward and we continued down towards the marsh.

He started playing a game where every root was an obstacle to overcome. He taught me how to properly step on the root (you must use your right foot) pushing off and landing on the other foot. If it’s a big root you can jump over it if you have the right technique. Needless to say I struggled with these challenges and he had to help me more than once so I’d learn but I eventually got the hang of it.

After all the times I’ve walked these trails I never paid such attention to the roots crossing my path. I’d watch long enough to make sure my step was going to be secure and I wouldn’t roll an ankle but that was about the extent of it. I never stopped to enjoy them. Who knew that hopping over some tree roots could provide so much happiness? More than once we hit a large bundle and we’d stop, unable to continue, until we finally figured out the right way to hop through the morass before us.

We finally made it to the observation tower and he loved looking out over the marsh. He pointed out an egret off in the distance and wondered where the other birds were (there’s a sign of what you might see). We had joined some others on the tower and unfortunately broke the quiet of the place as he hit me with a barrage of questions. At first I was a little embarrassed and was hoping we could be a little more quiet. It wasn’t until we went below to explore the oyster beds that I realized we hadn’t been an intrusion at all.

There was a man on the tower taking pictures. I hoped we weren’t disturbing him and as we walked down the steps he tried to guess my son’s age. He said he had a 17-year-old and I could see the look in his eyes. As the three of us walked below he told me that his daughter wouldn’t make trips out there with him any more and to enjoy these moments while I can. I realized then that when he was watching us he was thinking back to times spent with his own child. I think he enjoyed watching the innocence of youth again.

Once again, in all my trips I’d never bothered to walk the small area under the platform. I climb, look around, and leave. Today we went to the water’s edge and looked for fish. Not finding any my son made his own. He’d toss a loose oyster shell into the water and ask if I’d seen the fish. Of course I hadn’t so he’d make another splash. I realized then that what I saw as worthless oyster shells where huge fish to him. As we grow older we stop seeing the wonder of things around us. Instead of laying on our backs imagining what the clouds look like we ignore them as if they don’t exist.

We finished the hike taking much longer than I would have on my own. Daylight was waning and even as I was pushing us to get back to the truck he was still set on making every step an adventure. I hope that as I go out without him in the future I’ll carry that same enthusiasm and hope that you will too.

A New View

I’ve really been itching to get out again and with the weather so beautiful today I decided to throw the new trekking poles in the truck and headed out to the Willie Brown Trail at the Timucuan Ecological and Historic Preserve. This is one of my favorite trails in town. It has some very nice scenery along the marsh, various wildlife, and some nice ups and downs.

Trail Map

Walking The TrailThe Willie Brown Trail is part of the Theodore Roosevelt Area or the Preserve. The property was owned by Willie and remains of his cabin along with a family cemetery are still present. It was presented as a gift to the National Park Service in 1990.

I’ve hiked these trails numerous times but I’ve always followed the same route. Today I decided to go in the reverse direction and I’m glad I did. It’s amazing how different things look when you go the other way. It’s moments like this that you realize that whether on the trail or going about your daily life there’s always another perspective. If we take the time to turn around and go the other way once in a while there’s no telling what new things we may encounter or what new scenes might fill our eyes.

TrekkingI got to try out my new Black Diamond Trail Shock trekking poles today. I really felt like a got a much better workout and once I got into a rhythm it was smooth sailing. Walking against my normal path the climbs and gentle descents were totally different. The poles certainly helped going both up and down and my knee didn’t bother me at all.

I took the time to look at things through this different view and stumbled upon some things I don’t recall seeing before. I think sometimes we go through life with blinders on and completely miss everything around us.

Marsh View 1Marsh View 2At points along the marsh the soft ground gives way to long dead oyster beds. The broken shells crack and snap under your foot and as you follow the trail further down the oyster path you find a very nice observation platform. The deck gives a wonderful view of the surrounding marsh allowing you the opportunity to watch the various birds hunting for their prey. When the tide is right the ground seems to move as the many fiddler crabs scurry out of your way. If you look closely you may see an armadillo rooting for insects.

Observation PlatformWhite EgretThe day couldn’t have been much more beautiful. The sights and sounds along the trail will stay with me…at least for a bit. I know that soon enough I’ll need to feel the dirt under my feet again. For now, though, I’ll enjoy the time I had and look forward to the next.

Marsh View 3

Download map of Theodore Roosevelt Area

Site Updates

Well, I’ve been staring at the same old site layout for so long and I finally decided it’s time for an upgrade. I’ve already started making some changes and there are more to come. Soon you should start seeing more gear reviews, recipes, and other trail-related information.

I hope you dig the changes and keep coming back!

Unbelievable Year

I can’t believe that it’s New Year’s Eve and I have nothing more to show for 2010. After a debacle of a hike in May I haven’t even set foot on the trail (other than a short local one).

Fortunately that’s all about to change. I can’t begin to say how refreshing it’s been gearing back up for a hike to Cumberland Island, GA next weekend. One of the guys at work puts together a hike there every January and this is the first time I’ve been able to make it.

I’ve spent part of my vacation time this week going over my gear, menu, etc. I’m really fired up about it and can’t hardly wait. The guys are heading out Thur but another co-worker and I won’t be leaving until Fri morning. I’m not sure what the weather has in store but I’m confident I’ll be ready for it. The backcountry portion will be a little bummed at night since no fires are allowed. It’s understandable, though. It’s been so dry lately we’ve had way too much wildfire activity.

Ok, so that’s it for now. Sorry for the loooooong gap between updates. Hopefully that’ll change in 2011. I’ve already gotten started on the re-match plans for the AT. 😉

Retreat!

About noon Aaron made it to my spot. About the same time I was coordinating an evacuation with our re-supply man. The wx reports aren’t promising so we have decided to pull the plug.

Right now we are back at Beech Gap. We’ll rest here until morning and hike the remaining 5 or so miles back to Deep Gap for extraction.

It’s not optimal but I think it’s the best choice. We’re basically sitting a cloud. There’s no chance of anything drying out so we risk hypothermia the longer we stay out here like this.

I just had a great brunch of mashed potatoes, fried Spam, and coffee. I’m feeling good. Just have to stay warm!

Guess I’ll close this out tomorrow.
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