Two Baby Boomers, Two Very Spoiled Shelter Dogs, and a Tolerant Cat Explore the U.S. in their Motor Home; Our Whippets Still Travel With Us in Spirit.
Sunday, May 20, 2012
Pa'rus Trail, Zion National Park
Tequila here.... Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy, oh boy! This time, Bandido and I get to go along on the hike! The picture above shows us trying to get out of the back of the car at the trailhead. We could not wait.
I don't understand why we can't go on most of these hikes in the national parks. They look like adventures that we would love. It just doesn't seem fair. But enough whining. We did get to go on this one. Dad told us that Zion National Park has set aside a 3.5 mile paved hike just for us dogs... and people, and strollers, and bicycles.
We were able to get on the Pa'rus Trail as soon as we got out of the car at the Visitor Center (whatever that is). Well, not right away... Mom and Dad had to go pee first. They called it a restroom. That's another thing I don't get. Why do they go inside to pee when they insist that we pee outside. Humans are so strange.
Anyway, off we gooooooooooo!
Dad said we had to have plenty of water. Mom and Dad carried theirs in these funny packs that they tied around their tummies. Bandido, being the gentledog that he is, carried water for the two of us in his spiffy, red pack. Dad said something about Bandido needing a job. I am glad that he did all the work so that I could concentrate on chasing lizards.
Look! There's one of those pesky lizards right there!
There sure are lots of pretty mountains to look at here. That's what Dad says. I really did not notice them. Still looking for lizards.
The trail followed the Virgin River. I asked Dad what virgin meant, but he told me that I was too young for that kind of information. Any way, it was fun looking and listening to the water.
We got to see a couple places where the water dropped over some rocks and splashed into more water. I liked it. I wonder who is pushing all that water over the edge. Dad said something about gravity... another thing I don't understand, yet.
We saw some dog prints in the concrete path. Wow, that must have been some big and heavy dog to make a print in concrete like that! Or, was it a mountain lion? Mountain lions make me scared. I heard they are mean.
Speaking of scared.... Do ya wanna hear something funny about Bandido? (He's gonna be mad that I am tellin' you this.) Bandido is scared to go across bridges! He jumps over walls. He barks at strangers when they get close to the motor home. Dad says he is strong as an ox (big cow). Dad talks about how smart he is. He acts like he is such a tough dog all the time. BUT, he is afraid to go across a bridge. SO FUNNY!
Look at him with his nose next to the bridge while he is being very careful with every step. Not me! I trotted right across. I am a brave dog.
Mom and Dad let us stop several times to get a drink of water. One time we got treats while Mom and Dad ate food that looked a lot better than ours. Not fair! Here is a picture of Bandido drinking water. That is my nose on the far lower right, waiting for my treat.
LIZARD! LIZARD!!!!!!! It was movin' around right next to me in the tall grass next to the trail. You can see part of it in the lower right part of the picture.I saw it first and lunged at it. THEN, it lunged at me and tried to bite me. Whoa! The lizard tried to bite me? It's a good thing it missed because I would have been a "goner" (whatever that is)! Mom pulled me back right away. Dad said it was a coiled Diamond Backed Rattler. Now he was acting scared. Mom tried to get a picture of it with the photo zoom lens (whatever that is). Dad told her that she could not chase this snake like she did the other day. Because Dad was so hyper, Mom's pictures weren't that good. Drat. I really wanted to see what it looked like. All you can really see is the back of it.
Mom and Dad told a park ranger along the trail about the rattler. The rest of the hike we had to stay in the middle of the trail. What fun is that? How was I supposed to harass the lizards? Dad stayed in the middle of the trail too --- to set a good example for me n' Bandido.
To change the scary mood, Mom decided to take pictures of flowers along the trail. Even though this does appeal to my feminine side, chasing the lizards was more fun.
OK.... We got back to the car, and we're on our way back to the motor home. Dad says that I have to call this last picture, "The Pet Picture of the Day." Mom took it when I fell asleep in the back seat when I was sitting up. I was so-o-o tired! I am mad that she took a picture of me without my permission.