Ok, we were told at one of the ranger talks that we could see the pupfish at the springs to Salt Creek. She told us that if you hike past the boardwalk you will come to the springs.
So we set off to find the pupfish at Salt Creek.
Pickle weed grew beside the creek.
After reading about the pupfish we knew we had to go see them.
The trail took us along the creek and through some sand.
We saw some pretty big bird tracks in the creek along with some coyote prints.
The trail kept going and so did we. We hadn’t seen the springs yet. As you can see by this photo the trail took us up on top of the mountains and along the edge.
Here a Killdeer is in the creek searching for food. Remember, this creek is named Salt Creek for a reason. We have learned that the fish and birds adapt to drinking salt water.
The view from the top of these mountains showed off the creek and marsh lands. Yes, marsh lands in the middle of the desert.
We scared up a flock of ducks out of one deep pool in the marsh.
If you look closely you will see the trail we took from the boardwalk to the spring. A faint while line that sticks close to the edge on top of each mountain. It was a “hairy” hike!”
Off in the distance we see a flat area next to the creek and head for it. Yikes! If we would have known this steep trail was coming we may have turned around. I decided to scoot down on my fanny rather than stand up right. Dear Dale was able to come down walking.
Did you notice we are not carrying our trek poles! We didn’t think we would need them. Silly us.
Once we reached the flat area we stopped at this pool. Since the pupfish likes the deep pools, we had hoped to see one here. Then we found a man-made dam and other pipes and we think we found the spring.
As I walked up to this pool I scared away a swarm of pupfish and they never did come back out. We sat here for some time watching big bubbles find their way to the surface. A pupfish is about the size of a minnow. However, we can say, “We saw the pupfish.”
Then we head back to the car.
I was reminded of the song we use to sing as a child at Thanksgiving – “Over the hills and through the woods to Grandmother’s house we go.” Only it was over the hills and through the desert we go…..
I did see a lizard but he took off. You can see half of his body and tail in this rock.
It was a great hike and I’m glad we went in search of the pupfish. I felt good and the next day I wasn’t all that worn out. Yay, God.
Life is always an adventure!