Frogs Eat Butterflies. Snakes Eat Frogs. Hogs Eat Snakes. Men Eat Hogs

I Spyder

Hey there, bullet-hole:

Eight radiating cracks,

Throwing more shadow

Than mere shock waves.

For hours unmoving, yet,

A formidable presence.

How dreamest thou, huntsman,

High on my wall?

red by yellow kill a fellow.

red by black, poison lack.

baby bat taking its last breaths on the trail. I moved it

aside to a place of privacy to meet its demise.

I wonder what caused its death?

what bone is this!? any guesses?

This autumn brought out the tarantulas!

Where do they go in the winter?

Can you imagine-

'hearing' with your ribs- good vibrations baby!

bearing 6-12 live wiggly babies at a time

not being able to move when your cold- wait!! that is me!!

having no eyelids

having 'pits' on the front of your nose that are heat seekers- so prey seems to glow in the dark

shedding your skin from the lips back-"look mom no wrinkles"

smelling with your tongue

Some people only think about the creepy things that might be out there sharing the desert with us as we hike and gather coral dust between our toes. Sometimes it ruins their hiking experience. Sometimes they miss the red rock and the tiny white wildflowers and the blue skies with white fluffy clouds. They spend too much time worrying about the possibility of sinister beings lurking behind the sagebrush. Imagination and ignorance are powerful deterrents to finding complete peace and contentment while hiking. In my perfect world I would have the capability to convince guests that should we happen to stumble upon a critter they would never mean any harm. They need to understand that not even the menacing rattler will go out of his way to prey upon us!! I honestly cant think of anything out there in the desert worthy of my fear...except for an empty water bottle when its 110, or not being able to hike at all!

Happy Trails Everyone!!

Remember...in the winter...the desert is eerily still and quiet!!