Hot Springs National Park Short Cut Trail

I awoke to a wintry mix falling from the sky, a surprise as the Weather Channel did not issue the warning until it was already here. I decided to hike up the mountain as it appeared in the higher elevations it was snowing.

The lower park area was a slushy mix and the birds did not appear enthusiastic about the sudden change. Only a hand full of Robins were visible in the trees, joined by a solitary Cardinal. From the ground I had to agree with them, it was a sloppy mess on the Promenade,Tufa Trail and Carriage Road. Like walking through a Slurpee, the thought made me giggle.   As I traveled the Tufa Terrace I stopped smiling, the trees that has survived the freezing rain a week earlier and stood upright again were now bending from the weight of the ice snow mix. More painful changes were coming to the forest.

As I headed up the Dead Chief Trail the mix became more favored toward snow. Unfortunately this mixture was causing ice to form on my lens making photography less than optimal. Half way up the trail a lovely Black-Throated Green Warbler appeared and did not seem to care about my proximity. A Black-Eyed Slate Junco on the other hand would fly away at the smallest gesture on my part. I thought the Warbler might be smarter to follow the Junco’s lead.

The Short Cut Trail was snow only, large beautiful flakes fell coating the landscape. I had this wonderful winter wonderland all to myself. It was like being a child again, with a snow day in the park. I wanted to share this day, so no matter where people were they could have a snow day too, especially my fiance’ Rick. Although my camera lens was not icing up it was like trying to take a photograph from inside a recently shaken snow globe.

When I reached the top another lovely Green Warbler appeared this time joined by sparrows. They were all frantically digging around the sheltered side of trees trying to get a few morsels. The snow began falling at a faster rate so I headed for the Pagoda for my daily view shot. In this case it appeared it would be a lack of view shot. Even on the worst day of the ice storm I could see the valley, now the view stopped at the trail below. The snow storm was closing in around me and I could not wait to see how the park looked further down the trail.

I loved being the first person on the trail, ahead of me was pristine untouched snow. Others had left prints on the Dead Chief and Short Cut, but their prints indicated they had travel only part way up. The silence of falling snow has it’s own beauty. It can fall in the night only revealing itself when you draw back the curtains in the morning. It casts a light over the places it falls and no matter how dark the sky there is an ethereal glow.

The changing landscape spread out before me as I hiked along the Hot Springs Mountain Trail. Familiar bends in the trail and trees standing watch, I always feel at home here. Half way between the Pagoda and the Rest Hut at the Gulpha Gorge Trail head the snow fall increased and visibility decreased. I was looking forward to reaching the rest hut. As I neared the hut a heard a loud crack followed by a soft thud, my heart sank. Another life had been lost in the forest. When I entered the hut I took my hat off and discovered two inches of wet snow had accumulated on the top and brim. After clearing my hat of the snow fall I removed my jacket and shook it off.

When I looked out the entry of the Hut I could not see the trail head I had exited nor the trail I was going to enter. I decided I had better move out in case the storm worsened. I was half way home when the lovely snow switched to a heavy sleet, I was now missing the snow. The journey now entailed hiking through Three inches of slush on top of loose rock and trying not to slip. My consistent hiking of the trails gave me an advantage, knowing where the obstacles were under the soupy mess. As I made my way to the bottom I thought of the lovely little wildflowers I had seen the day before. So delicate, I did not think they would fair well under the ice and snow. I was so glad I had gone back yesterday to photograph them.

The conditions worsened and I decided it would prudent to exit onto the road and out to the closest paved walkway. The slushy mix was getting so deep ice was forming on the bottom of my pants. When I reached the bottom of the road the gates were locked and I exited to the side of them.

It was a mixed adventure and I can’t wait to see what Nature has in store for me tomorrow.

Much Love,
Lee

Hot Springs National Park Honeysuckle Trail Cedar Waxwing

Hot Springs National Park  Facts: The floral trail is the only trail in Hot Springs National Park that you have to go up hill to access either of the two trail heads.  The Floral Trail has a trail head on North Mountain and one on Hot Springs Mountain and it does matter which way you travel on  the trail you have to go up hill to exit at  trail heads.

As I entered the park at 10:30 am the sky was overcast, the Robins were sounding an alarm from the tree tops and  there were no Blue Jays or Cardinals to be heard or seen.  I immediately looked to West Mountain and saw a Hawk soaring above the trees.  It looked like the Hawk was catching a good ride gliding straight and then in slow circles.  If you want to clear the lower park of birds and small mammals a Hawk  over West Mountain will do it.

I had planned an extensive hike of nearly 7 miles so I  headed directly to the top take my Pagoda View Photo.  No birds in site and the skies darkening I continued on my journey.  As I stepped back onto the Hot Springs Trail a Blue Jay teased me darting in and out of the trees like a game of hide and seek, I love their companionship.  Blue Jays are always so quick, I was lucky to get any photos of him/her.

The Blue Jay lightened my heart, I felt as it I was dancing along the many trails on my hike.  I connected with the Gulpha Gorge Trail so I could hike the Goat Rock Trail.  All night I had dreamed of the lovely wildflowers I had photographed for my blog.  I hiked with great care checking all the trail edges and was rewarded with a chance to see a several new wildflowers.  Beautiful little blossoms peeking out from dried grass, pine needles and rocks.  So delicate in various shades of purple, each with it’s own unique shape.

I hated to leave the little flowers but there were more trails to hike before my return home to my beloved fiance’ Rick. Now for a  confession, for the first time since I started hiking I was singing out load heading up the last section of the Goat Rock Trail.  Near my connection with the Upper Dogwood Trail a sweet little Black-Capped Chickadee sang back to me and came close enough for me to see them sing.  I was having a wonderful day in the forest.

I hiked the Upper Dogwood  to the Lower Dogwood and them connected with the Floral Trail.  I was excited, this was the only trail on Hot Springs and North Mountains I had not traveled.  The trail was rough and it appeared it was not used often, segments of the path had gnarled roots and loose rocks making the upward hike slow.   I photographed the rocks on the trail and when I edited the photo I discovered a sweet little yellow and black hover fly with it’s wings out stretched. So many little details in Nature, I wonder how many I miss each day.  I was happy to see the honeysuckle trail, it felt like I had been going up hill all day.

The biggest surprise was to be revealed to me on one of my favorite trails.  As I crested the first incline of the Honeysuckle Trail I was greeted by a flock of Robins, it was the first time I had seen them on this part of the trail.  The bigger surprise was their traveling companion, a large Cedar Waxwing.  I kept thinking when I got home my photos would really show it was only a pale Robin,  a fine feathered illusion.

I connected with the Peak Trail and as I neared the Tufa Terrace still no birds in site.  Walking bent over I checked under bushes and not one feathered creature was to be found.  Walking the last of the Tufa Terrace I looked up at a tree on the Promenade and saw several Robins and another Cedar Waxwing, this one smaller than one I had seen earlier.  It made me wonder if they had stayed when their flock left before the ice storm.  As I was not looking for them amongst the Robins it was a possibility.  I had seen Blue Jays and Cardinals together, so why not Robins and Cedar Waxwings.

Everyday in the park is a learning experience, Nature is a wonderful teacher.

Much Love to You All,
Lee

The winter of 2010 so far has been one of very little new snow and cold (but normal) temperatures. This means that many of the trails in the park are being used by park visitors taking advantage of great winter conditions for winter hiking.  Many of the trails now have a hard packed surface and you can now go for a walk, or hike, without snowshoes.

The Pinguisibi Trail (Sand River), Orphan Lake Trail (to and around Orphan Lake but snowshoes are recommended for the part of the trail that goes to Lake Superior and back to Orphan Lake), Nokomis Trail and the first part of the Peat Mountain Trail are suitable for hiking without snowshoes. Snow depth is usually lower close to the shoreline of Lake Superior. We walked the Coastal Trail from Katherine Cove to the Sand River and we did not need snowshoes, even though we were the first to walk this section of trail this winter. Beaches at Sand River, Katherine Cove and Old Woman have bare sand to walk on.

The long-range weather forecast for the next 14 days shows mainly sunny days and normal winter temperatures. No new snow in the forecast (although there is always the chance for some lake effect snow).

The south beach at Katherine Cove. Easy to walk to this winter - come for a picnic!

The Coastal Trail south of Katherine Cove - no need for snowshoes.

On the Coastal Trail looking out to Bathtub Island and the beach north of the Sand River. No ice yet on Lake Superior.

Hot Springs National Park Goat Rock Wild Flower Violet

“Best part of hiking is not know who you’ll meet or what tiny gift nature will give you.” ~ Lee Hiller ©2010

Cloudy skies and birds of prey kept the small mammals and song birds hiding undercover. When I entered the park the only sound was the distant call of a Blue Jay.  Not even the Robins were out in force.  I looked up to see two large crows fly overhead, the Jay calls became louder.

I hiked up the Dead Chief Trail, the skies darkened and I thought the rains were coming.  Some days are meant to be dark so that we can see the beauty often lost to our sight in the bright sunlight.  I looked up in the sky and smiled at the clouds.  As I looked down I noticed buds were forming on the branches near to where I stood,  so sweet the life about to burst forth.

Along the Dead Chief and Short Cut Trails Nature  wove a beautiful display in cream & white. Delicate fungus fans layered over the fallen logs on the forest floor. Again I looked to the sky, clouds swirled and  branches became black silhouettes.

At the Pagoda the skies remained dark and the voice of a Eagle range loudly as it passed over Indian Mountain. Even the Blue Jays stayed deep in the the bushes sounding the alarm.  As I scanned the horizon looking for the eagle  Geoff and Chris arrived and let me know they had hiked up the Dead Chief and Short Cut Trails.  They were visiting from Florida and Pennsylvania and needed get down the mountain soon as their car was parked on Central Avenue. I suggested they use the Peak Trail for a quicker trip back down to their car.

I suddenly felt the need to go out to Goat Rock and hiked the Hot Springs Mountain Trail to the Gulpha Gorge Trail.  The hike was peaceful but I missed the usual bird song.  With an eagle so close who could blame them for staying still within the forest trees and bushes.  I connected to the Goat Rock Trail and when I arrived at Goat Rock climbed up to the view platform.  In the distance an eagle soared on the wind between North and Indian Mountains.  It was so beautiful to watch, the eagle left when a small plane appeared over Indian Mountain.  (Would love to know the make of the Aircraft see pictures below).

From Goat Rock I followed the trail heading toward the North Mountain Overlook.  A jogger was heading my way and I moved to the side to let him pass.  I glanced down at my feet, I saw a beautiful violet colored wild flower.  As I was positioning myself to take a photo my eye caught site of a tiny lavender bloom.  In the darkness of the day Nature revealed two beautiful wildflowers, a posy for my heart.

The memory of the  pretty little wildflowers made the trip to the North Mountain Overlook seem mere seconds.  The view up top was spectacular, dark sky made the trees seem greener.  A car pulled up and lovely blue color (really a blackish gray) American Pit Bull Terrier bounded over to show me some love, she was a real sweetie.  A couple from arrived next and I offered to take their photo with his Blackberry.

I looked at my watch and it was already 1:00pm, yikes I had been out three hours.  I walked down Hot Springs Road to connect with the Hot Springs Mountain Trail, on to the Honeysuckle Trail, to the Peak, Across the lawn and out of the park.

Live with Nature in Love and she will embrace you.
Love All, Lee

Hot Springs National Park Trails HSMT Rock Lichen Moss

Hot Springs Fact: Medical Arts Building was the tallest building in Arkansas from 1929 to 1960. At 16 stories tail this Art Deco Building became the tallest building in the South when built. (see pictures below)

It was a dark and stormy morning, literally.  My camera is not an all weather model and I discovered when mist and rain cover the sensor it makes it nearly impossible to use the auto focus LOL. I kept it under the wide brim of my oil cloth Henschel Hat so I could get a few pictures of my lovely adventure.

Rain is a miracle element in the forest and as I entered the park the birds were all in the tops of trees and appeared as silhouettes against the darkening sky.   They were basking and feeding in the life giving rain.  When I reached the carriage road a tiny little bird was flitting amongst the leaves of a tree.  It was moving so fast it took me 10 shots to get one full body photo.  (If you can identify the mystery bird I would it you would leave a name in the comments section of the picture page.)

Heading up the Dead Chief Trail I was trying to dry my lens when a squirrel jumped across to a tree and I barely caught him peeking out of the ivy at me. A friend seeing me on my journey.  As I moved up the trail I could see everything blossoming around me.  Against the darkened sky the colors popped out from everywhere.  I am always amazed at how new the trails feels each day I hike.

Up top at the Pagoda the view worsened as fog began to rise up from the ground and the rain came down a bit harder. In the distance I could hear a tree frog chirping and I felt elation at the thought of new lives waking in the park.  So small, with a loud voice of joy proclaiming their birth in the forest.

I hiked down the Hot Springs Mountain Trail and the path was glorious.  Nature has painted rocks and logs with vibrant greens and oranges.  I could hear creeks flowing from the melted ice and 2 days of rain.  It was wonderful to feel the change around me.  I felt as if I too were a part of the renewing and rebirth.

I decided to go up to the North Mountain Overlook, the view was turbulent not even the eagles were flying today. Darkening clouds and swirls of rising fog spread out before me.  The colors were spectacular, blue on the horizon, green and orange framing the hills   When I reached the Upper Dogwood I headed back over to the Hot Springs Mountain Trail.  The path was vivid, colors exploding from trees and rocks,  the clouds remained dark in the sky above me.

When I reconnected with the Hot Springs Mountain Trail I could hear two creeks flowing and I stopped to listen to their song at the point where they merged.  My traveling companion, rain, kept falling as I hiked back to the top of Hot Springs Mountain.  Then it was back down the Peak Trail to the Tufa Terrace and out the park entrance to my home.

Love the Adventure of Life and let a little Nature in.

Much Love to You All,
Lee

Hot Springs National Park Trails Tufa Terrace Blue Jay Cardinal

Hot Springs National Park Facts: There are six Mountains in Hot Springs National Park.  Hot Springs, North, West, Music, Sugarloaf and Indian Mountains

When I entered the park it was empty and only a Grey-Cheeked Thrush welcomed me.  Suddenly the load cries of multiple Blue Jays rang out with the occasional Cardinal call in-between.  I looked over to West Mountain and saw 3 large birds of prey circling.  Three together seemed unusual and I wondered if these were the vultures I has heard and read about.

As I made my way along the Tufa Terrace I saw a Cardinal and a Blue Jay together sounding the alarm.  I rarely see either but together this was a first, the danger must be great.  On the Carriage Road I could hear the calls of another Blue Jay and I spotted them in the top branches of a tree watching the three circling LARGE birds over West Mountain.  Today was a lesson in sacrifice.

How brave the forest Sentinels,
Blue Jays perched sounding the call.
Selfless atop the highest branches,
the fierce protectors of all.

I headed up the dead Chief Trail to the Short Cut and was blessed to see so many wonderful creatures. A lovely Black and White Warbler landed in a Tree near me, it was the first one I had seen. Further up the trail a lovely Chipmunk sat on a log and I took several photos before he/she grabbed an acorn and dove under the leaves. A gray squirrel looked on with great interest as I stood perfectly still for several minutes.

As I finished with the photos I turned and coming down the trail was a lovely couple with their four pawed companion. David and Char from Wisconsin were enjoying hiking the trails on Hot Springs Mountain. They were planning to visit the baths and they asked me which ones would be the traditional style, I suggested either the Arlington Hotel or Buckstaff Baths on Bathhouse Row. (If you read this I forgot your lovely companions name and I hope you will post her name in the comments.

After out lovely conversation I headed quickly to the top. I was planning a first trip to the Gulpha Creek and I needed to decided which trail I would take. At the pagoda I took a lovely view shot then headed down the Hot Springs Mountain Trail (HSMT). Not long after I started down the trail I ran into Jay who I had met previously on an icy cold day before I started my blog and his lovely wife Kathy.  The hiking lovebirds )  Halfway along I looked out into the forest and spotted a Mourning Dove sitting alone on a large tree.

I decided to take the Gulpha Gorge Trail to the bottom, connect with the Gulpha Creek and the Sunset Trail. My goal in the near future is to hike the 9.7 mile sunset Trail.  The creek at the bottom is quiet and I wonder if most of the birds show up for the spring and summer.   Next time I will hike further on the Sunset Trail as it runs along the creek further up steam.

Back up the Gulpha Gorge Trail I stopped to visit with an old friend, every time I pass we exchange a hug. My beautiful friend is an old short leaf pine who holds many secrets about the park. Leaving the Gulpha Gorge Trail I cross over to the Hot Springs Mountain Trail. I am greeted by a sweet White-Throated Sparrow and a talkative Black-Eyed Slate Junco. The smaller the bird the faster they appear to be and I can only get an out focus shot of a beautiful Blackburnian warbler. I hope our paths will cross again.

I decide to hike down the Peak Trail and when I reach the bottom I see two forms of Nature’s blooms;  white fungus flowers on a log and new pink bud on a green bush.  A perfect end to a glorious day on the mountain.

Let Life take you on a Nature Adventure.
Much Love,
Lee

Bigfoot scales New Hampshire's Mount Monadnock -- Photo courtesy of Jonathan Charles Doyle

If the buffoon park rangers at my favorite hiking spot were bright, they would be selling souvenir t-shirts instead of kicking Bigfoot off Mt. Monadnock.

Read my exclusive interview with Bigfoot in this month’s New Hampshire Magazine and find out why his eviction might be a civil liberties issue in the “Live Free or Die” state.

Bigfoot, usually spotted prowling the Pacific Northwest, makes an occasional cameo in Jaffrey, New Hampshire -- Photo courtesy of Jonathan Charles Doyle

In other Bigfoot news, check out “Quatchi Watch,” my friend Steve Mandich’s tribute to the cute cuddly Sasquatch mascot of the 2010 Vancouver Olympics.

Hot Springs National Park Facts: In May 1862, Arkansas Governor Henry Massie Rector moved the state government to his hotel and bathhouse located on Hot Springs Reservation, now Hot Springs National Park. That July, the government seat was moved further south to Old Washington for the remainder of the Civil War.

As I went up the incline of the main entrance I passed remains of the tree that blocked the path for two days. Sadly the tree that broke in two at the entrance was one that has berries which provide food for many birds. Although there are many such trees in the park this one was near the hot spring cascade so was a refuge to eat with a bit of warmth in the icy winter months. It’s life supported so many others in it’s large branches and soft green leaves. The Amazing part, one branch on the broken trunk survived.

Up on the promenade the Robins were singing and having their breakfast feast. On the Tufa Terrace I could here bird call but they were moving to fast to photograph. As a gesture of goodwill a Robin landed in a tree next to me. I was focusing the shot when he flew away and was replaced by a wonderful Red Bellied Woodpecker. A spectacular way to begin my hike.

As I hiked toward the mountain top I notice new bits of green beginning to emerge. Where once dry yellow grass stood little spouts of green appeared. Even the coniferous trees seemed to be a richer green. The ice storm had taken lives, but it has also created new life. The green was exploding everywhere.

Up top a male cardinal allowed me one photo, while his female counterpart sat in a bush nearby. The view from the pagoda still held the after effects of the storm and the sun did not pierce the cloud cover. I headed out on the Hot Springs Mountain Trail and began to notice Nature’s after storm artistry. A leaf and some needles trapped in the bark of a short leaf pine. Rocks, trees, stumps and logs were painted with Moss and Lichen. Baby ferns poked their tiny fronds out from under dries leaves.

Further down the trail I met a fellow hiker John from Texas. His wife was busy at the convention center and he was enjoying the many Hot Springs National Park Trails. He had a wonderful smile and my favorite kind of handshake, firm. After a lovely conversation we both headed down the trail in opposite directions.

Coming down the Peak Trail a flock of tiny brown birds arrived, they were so fast. Each smal move I made to get closer sent them farther away. I had all but given up on taking a photo when one landed on a rock in front of me. I pecked at the a large piece of fungus, then flew away.  Later at home I identified my first Carolina Wren, so beautiful.

As I headed out of the the park a lovely Robin sang a song to be me farewell.

Find time to get in touch with Nature, it will lift your soul.
Much Love,
Lee

Hot Springs National Park Facts: Hot Springs National Park Ranger James Cary was the first National Park Service ranger to be killed in the line of duty. He was shot by bootleggers while patrolling West Mountain on March 12, 1927. (NPS)

I have been wanting to write a poem about my experience in the park, but how could words ever compare to the beauty I see each day.  It is a blessing to be able to share with you my experiences in the here,  thank you for traveling with me.

Side Trip: Last night a comment appeared in my blog from Ralf Montanus (USGS).  He was letting me know the USGS would be uncapping the the springs and installing probes Monday 10:00 am.   Once operational the probes will send information to both a Kiosk in the Fordyce Bath House (NPS tourism headquarters) and the USGS online.  So of course my first stop was photograph one of the team climbing down in to the spring.  It will be amazing to link to the probe data when it’s online and of course take a picture of the new Kiosk.  Thank You Ralf for the head up! Those pictured are USPS Ralf Montanus, The guy in the spring box was Dr. Phil Hays, USGS, on loan to UofA, Fayetteville as a professor, Tim Kresse, Ar Water Science Center Water Quality Specialist, Jonathan Gillip, Hydrologist, and part time Geo-Physical specialist. Ralf notes, “I’ll let you know when they put it on line. I hope to have the 1st one up and recording today then our IT Specialists will have to hook it up to the internet. There are 2 planned. Both will be on line and we’ll have a display in the Fordyce Bath house where the public will see the spring as well as the others, on some kind of display. “

I hiked in at the old entrance steps as the tree that fell two night ago had not been removed from the main entrance.  It was a blessing, I never would have seen Nature’s artistry on the concrete steps if the tree had been cleared form the path.  A delicate filigree pattern that appeared almost as if only a shadow was on each step as climbed up into the park.

Once in the lower level of the park I could hear the ice fall near and distant.  Although many of the lower bushes and trees had begun to shed their icy coatings the larger trees where only just beginning.  There were no small mammals moving about and the birds were less than happy to be on open ground.  I had only seen two squirrels in 3 days as jumping from limb to limb had become risky,ed being on the ground riskier.

The ever adaptable Robins were having breakfast in a frozen tree grabbing ice coated berries. Most of the other birds were flying low under bushes  and pecking the ground for food.  Getting a photo of any of the birds was problematic as the shifting ice kept sending then deeper into the bushes.  If I did not like being pelt with leaf size pieces of ice, it must be brutal for them.  As I watch a Blue Jay darting about looking for cover I caught sight of a female Cardinal in a tree above the rising steam from a hot spring release. She looks contented in her tree top sauna.

As climbed up the Dead Chief  Trail I can see lovely patches of green re-emerging, the melting ice is rejuvenating the forest.  I notice the only sound is the pelting of the ice on the ground and me as I head up the Short Cut Trail. It’s another hail storm and I pick up my pace to get past the larger tree.

As I reach the top I am greeted by a female black throated warbler searching for food and a white throated Sparrow in a near-by tree.  I am grateful to be in the company of these lovely creatures.  Blessed to have them as my neighbors.

I stroll through the now empty picnic area and over to the Pagoda to embrace the view.  As always it was spectacular. I headed down to the Hot Springs Mountain Trail as Robert (see earlier posts) was exiting, he indicates it’s raining ice on the the trail.  Like that would ever stop me )

Part way along the Trail I decide to hike down the Gulpha Gorge trail and back round to the Dead chief.  It had been several weeks since I had gone this route, I was curious to see if the impact  of the ice on the south side of Hot Springs Mountain.  The Gulpha Gorge Trail is steep, rugged and rocky with lots of older trees, a feeling of being in a more remote location.  The Dead Chief Trail in comparison has a wide open, new forest feel with vast clearings.

When I reach the Dead Chief at the Gulpha Gorge incline I do not see the same abundance of damage I have witnessed on the other trails.  Yet, I feel great sadness at each broken tree which lays stretched out across the trail, it’s life ended so quickly.  As the winter holds dormant the greenery the forest fungus creates it’s own beautiful flowers in yellow and orange along the trail.  Nature itis a lovely artist weaving color and texture throughout each season.

Once I reach the carriage road I hear bird song and can catch only glimpses of my feathered friends as I make my way out of the park.

Make everyday an Adventure
Much Love,
Lee

Hot Springs National Park Facts: The hot spring water at Hot Springs National Park becomes heated at a depth of approximately one mile before beginning the journey back to the surface through a fault. (National Park Service)

27 degrees wind chill 21, how much ice can melt?  A Lot!

When I arrived at the park I discovered I could not use the main entrance, a tree had split in half blocking the path.  Once in the park I realized my folly in thinking the cold air would win against the sun.  Part way up the Tufa Terrace I felt drops of water.  It was not bad but I realized my error in thinking air could beat sunlight. Birds were squawking as the ice was becoming unstable.  I have great admiration for Robins they are an amazing hardy bird.  The snow and ice did not slow them down, they flocked and worked in teams during the storm.

The Female Cardinals were all busy feeding on the ground , but I could see brief glimpses of the males as they darted from bush to bush.  As the sun crested the mountain I was heading up the Dead Chief Trail, everything stated to moan as the ice began a slow melt.  Birds frantically searched for stable perches and bushes that would provide protection.

As I hiked ever higher the drip from above slowed as the air became cooler, but I could see the melting would not be completely halted.  My heart was heavy as I passed broken limbs and fallen trees, my friends were injured and I had no way to help them.  It was a feeling I would carry throughout my 6 mile hike. Amidst the beauty was the carnage of  lost and broken lives.

Up the top the view from the Pagoda was hauntingly beautiful cast is silvery and pale blue.  The sun pierced the clouds, suddenly all the ice on the pagoda started to melt; huge drops fell like a spring shower.  As I looked toward the valley a Jay called out loudly then appeared on bush below me, landing briefly before seeking cover in a large bush.  As I headed back down to the Hot Springs Trail the bushes began crashing as ice shifted and I barely made it through the trail before it was completely closed off.

The trail now resembled a forest of shimmering liquid coated trees and large drops of water would occasionally, annoyingly crash on my head and face while I tried to take a photo.  I took off my neck scarf and fashioned a make-shift hat to keep the drops out of my eyes.  As I hiked the trail it was as if I was on a strange exotic planet,  light shimmering across the branches of the trees as distant bird calls filtered through the air.  When I reach the trail head I experience a rare event a moment of true silence. No distant man made noise, no bird calls, not even a rustling of leaves; absolute silence. A perfect moment of peace.

The Gulpha Gorge Trail glistened and the air was still as I headed over to the Goat Rock Trail.  The great melt down had not reach the North Mountain and I was able to walk without fear of ice falling.  Once on the Goat Rock Trail it appeared I had entered a glass forest where the skeletons of soon to be reborn tree glistened in the cloud filtered light.  Later editing the photos I could still feel the cold from their icy covers.

I hiked up from the Goat Rock Trail to the North Mountain Overlook.  The view had a frosted glaze over it  and even the Eagles were not flying today. Several vehicles pulled into the parking area but no one emerged to enjoy the view.  As I left another vehicle arrived and two couples got out and had a snow ball fight.

On the the dogwood trail the melting took on a whole new dimension, ice bullets.  Instead of the slow drip chunks of ice began to rain down like a hail storm.  I hike the Upper Dogwood in record time; the ice was a great motivator.  From the Upper Dogwood I connected to the Hot Springs Mountain Trail, then to the  Honeysuckle and onto the Peak Trail.

As I was reaching the end of the Peak Trail the ice pellets were coming down so hard the birds though it was a rain shower.  There was great confusion, they would run out from under the trees to feed only to be pelted by the ice.  This scene played out from the Peak all the way down to the Promenade.   I wanted so much to be able to tell them it was not raining.

I looked over the rail at the main entrance and notice no one cleared the big tree off the path.  As I exited the park  in the hailstorm I wondered if the car owners who parked under the huge magnolia tree knew what was happening to their vehicle.

Have a Lovely Adventure no matter where your travel take you!

Much Love,
Lee

Hot Springs Facts: Hot Springs National Park is America’s Oldest National Park

Going out to the Park for my morning hike was a tough decision. When I went out on our patio I could see trees covered in ice but when I looked below at the street everything appeared to be moving.  It dawned on me the Hot Springs kept the ground warm so the ice was likely, only on the plants.  I threw on winter gear and was out the door before 9:00 am.

Yes, the park was still except for myself, some Cardinals, a Green Warbler and Robins. It looked so beautiful, but I could see the strain the ice was putting on many of the plants. The silence was broken by cracking sounds in the distance as limbs were giving way to the weight of the frozen moisture.  As I turned a Cardinal landed in an ice layered tree and  I imagined it was not comfortable to be clinging to a frozen branch.   I strolled along the Tufa terrace and over to the Peak Trail.  Once I heard bird calls up the carriage road I headed out that direction.

I had not planned to hike to the top but once I was half way up the Dead Chief Trail there was not turning back.  I had to see what was on the short Cut and the view from the Pagoda.  Up top the birds were all trying to shelter around the NSP restrooms and I felt guilty walking past as it caused them to take flight.  Still no sign of human life and when I reached the Pagoda the view of the valley had a silvery eerie cast.  Leaving the Pagoda I heard a loud crack and turned to see a large branch swing upside down. The branch made me realize it would be safer to take the peak Trail down as it had less over hanging branches.

The Peak Trail was transformed from the day before.  Where once sleeping leafless trees stood, now was a silvery forest.  Shimmering glazed trees lined the path as I made my way back down in silence. It was a peaceful hike back down the mountain.  The last section of the path was now completely covered with bent trees and I had to carefully step around them.  I did not want to accidentally break any plants on my way out.

As I headed out of the park I noticed a male and female Cardinal warming themselves at the edge of the hot spring water as it cascaded into the pool below.  Above them a male Cardinal sat perched in a tree above the steam content to be in a temperate zone created by the rising vapor.  It’s seems everyone in the park loves, the hot springs.

Thank You for joining me on today’s Adventure.
Much Love,
Lee

I am very excited for this weekend. 

I have made plans to meet up with a friend that I have not seen since 1999.  

We first met in 1993 whilst working at the same place in Cape Town.  In 1994 we briefly shared a flat until I decided to go travelling and moved to London.  In 1997 she also decided to move to London and we once again briefly shared a flat.  I left (notice a trend) later that same year to go travelling.  

She still lives in the UK and besides a brief visit to Scotland in 1999 when we met up I have not seen her since. 

She is in South Africa visiting family in the Garden Route at the moment and we have decided to try and meet half way – PLETTENBERG BAY.  I can’t wait.  We are just going to go through for the day tomorrow but it should be awesome.  

Not only am I going to meet up with her but I also get to see one of my favourite places on earth!  I love the Garden Route and she and I used to spend a lot of time there.  It will be like old times – except that we are both 16 years older, married, she has a 6month old baby and I am 9 months pregnant. As I said – just like old times.

Reasons why I love PLETT! (photos taken when we did the Robberg Hike in Novemeber 2008)

Robberg in Plett November 2008

Robberg - Plettenberg Bay.

The Hot Springs Reservation was created by an act of the United States Congress on April 20, 1832, and signed into law by then President Andrew Jackson.  Then on June 16, 1880  was set aside for public use as a park.  The act made Hot Springs the oldest National Park predating Yellowstone by 40 years.  The area located in the Zig Zag Mountains of the Ouachita Mountain Range officially became a National Park on March 4, 1921. At only 5,550 acres the park is also the Nation’s smallest National Park.

The Nation’s only urban National Park features Historic Bathhouse Row situated on Central Avenue.  The restored Fordyce Bath House is home the National Park’s Tourist and Information Center.  Other Bathhouses include the OZARK, home to MOCA (Museum Of Contemporary Art) plus the Buckstaff and Quapaw which are operating spa style bathhouses.  The Lamar is currently the temporary headquarters for the Hot Springs National Park management; whereas the Maurice, Hale and Superior are as of 2010 undergoing restoration.

The park’s hiking trails cater to a variety of fitness levels, in fact many where included in the Dertel system of graduated exercise in the early 1900s.   The easiest and most popular trail to the top of Hot Springs Mountain is the .6 mile Peak Trail which begins above the main park entrance.  Once atop one can circum-navigate the mountain by starting at the picnic area and hiking the 1.7 mile Hot Springs Mountain Trail.  Other tails in the park take you to great scenic locations such as the North Mountain Overlook, Goat Rock and the Gulpha Gorge.

Hot Springs National Park is the perfect destination for singles, couples and families.  It is an affordable vacation option as the park is free to all visitors for hiking, sightseeing and recreation.  Visitors have a variety of accommodation options including the Park camp grounds, RV Parks, and a wide range of hotels and motels, both in and outside the Park.  Beautiful Hot Springs National Park, Arkansas can be enjoyed anytime of the year and is the perfect vacation destination.

Hot Springs Facts: The springs are all grouped about the base of the Hot Springs Mountain, with a flow well over a half million gallons a day.

A winter storm is approaching and I want to get into the park early.  I love snow but some are predicting freezing rain others a winter mix.  The skies are dark this morning, but it does not feel ready to rain.  I am out by 9:00 am and quickly head to the park.  The drop in temperatures and impending storm seems to have cleared the park of Cedar Waxwings.  I have great admiration now for the birds that stay here year round, though rain, snow and high winds.  For all their beauty the Waxwings are a bunch of wimps,  even the tiny green warbler was here in the snow.

At the park entrance I hear “Hi Lee” I turn to see Derrick one of the the park’s staff members, I give him the URL for the blog and I am on my way up into the Park.

Birds and squirrels are under the bushes and hiding in the leaves foraging for food.  As I walk into the park the there is only a rustling sound, I miss the bird song.  In the distance I see movement on a rock and it’s chipmunk popping in and out of it’s burrow.  So Far away and so fast I wonder if I manged to get anything with my camera. In the park they are like little red bullets shooting across paths, so fast you wonder if you really even saw one.

As I head down the carriage road I hear a bird singing and I walk silently, as silently as anyone can on gravel and dead leaves toward a nearby tree.  The song halts and as I turn my head I can see a bird in the tree next to me, an Eastern Phoebe is staring at me and not flying away. It graciously allows me to take 2 photos and I am on my way.

The top of the Mountain is quiet again and the view from the Pagoda is less than promising.  The beautiful sunny sky from the day before has bee replaced with dark purple & blue clouds.  The temperature is beginning to drop so I head out on the Hot Springs Mountain Trail to make my way round the mountain.  The trail is empty and I have not seen anyone since I began my hike.

At the trail head is a green NPS (National Park Service) tractor prepping the trail for the impending storm.  As I cross Hot Springs Mountain Road I see a car with the friendliest blond in the back wagging her tail. Charles Meade lowers his window to let me know that’s his girlfriend, she is perfect because she doesn’t shop. I laughed at his criteria for the perfect girlfriend. He said he had seen me hiking and when they were out on the trails next time I could add them to my blog. I continued my hike but had to moved over to the side and let a jogger pass me.

I spotted another heart shaped moss and this one held a clue as to how they are formed.  It appears when two clusters form near each other they merge into a sort of heart shape.  These are all found in the same area as little ice ornaments I discovered when the temperatures dropped in December of 2009.  This section of the Valley between Hot Springs and North Mountain has artistic talent.  The temperature is falling and as I pull on my gloves the jogger passes me again.  I am definitely seeing the park in the slow lane.

I continue till I reach the path junction and switch over to the Honeysuckle Trail, my personal favorite.  Want to know why?  See  Wrong Path Best Adventure and look at the photos the clue is there. I love the hike home on this trail it has wonderful scenery, beautiful (treacherous) loose rocks on the trail and second hike up to exit the park.  When I reach the junction with the Peak Trail I decide to hike back to the top to see if any large birds are perched along the way.  I see a Red Bellied Woodpecker and what I think might be a Falcon.  If you look at the images and can identify my mystery bird I would appreciate info in the comment box. Yes the two photos are cryptic at best.

I hiked back down the Peak to the Tufa Trail across the Promenade and out the park’s main entrance and back home.

Thank You for joining me on this adventure.
Much Love, Lee

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Hot Springs Facts: Hots Springs National Park is the Nation’s oldest National Park within current  NPS Parks, predating Yellowstone National Park by 40 years.  On April 20, 1832 President Andrew Jackson designated “…four sections of land including said (hot) springs, reserved for the future disposal of the United States (which) shall not be entered, located, or appropriated, for any other purpose whatsoever.”

Another cold morning and I rummaged around for a pair of wool socks to go with my favorite boots.  About 6 years ago I was in a Thrift store in Oregon and there was a brand new pair of hiking boots on the shelf so grabbed them.  They ended up in a closet, buried, forgotten and never worn.  When I cleaned out my home to move to Hot Springs, Arkansas I rediscovered them.  My Garmont Storm-Bloc Boots ROCK they have saved my ankles on the hikes over solid rock and loose rock trails!  I had not hiked in years when I grabbed them, the Universe must have known these days were in my future )

Today began with a chance meeting of a friend at the USGS Ralf Montanus.  He is part of team monitoring the springs within Hot Springs National Park.  Ralf is also a fountain of knowledge about places I should visit in and out of the park.  This was a great start to my morning hike.  Thank You as always Ralf for the great information.

I looked across at West Mountain and saw a rare sight in the park, city pigeons.  Hot Springs National Park is a series of mountains and Central Avenue in the park rests between Hot Springs and West Mountains. The Pigeons seemed out of place trapped between the two Nature habitats. I wondered if they ever ventured into the park.

With an impending storm and bird of prey overhead it is difficult to find any bird out in the open.  One Brave Robin could not resist the first rays of the morning sun and perched on the highest branch singing a beautiful song.  In the tree below him another Robin sat quietly nestled in the the leaves cooing.

On my way up the mountain a female Cardinal popped out briefly for a photo shoot, I love Cardinals.  As I turned onto the Short Cut Trail I watched as a Squirrel lept at something on the trail. It was a funny sight and I started giggling.

Up top the view from the Pagoda was as always spectacular with the sun shining brightly over the valley below.   I glanced down at the Hot Springs Mountain Trail and saw Robert a fellow all weather hiker.  He was headed into Hot Springs to get Jack London’s “Call Of The Wild” for a book report.  I thought it was a great book choice.

I hiked the Hot Springs Mountain Trail and up the Hot Springs Mountain Road to the North Mountain Overlook. Storm clouds were massing  and the sky was growing dark.  As I hiked down from the overlook it occurred to me how quiet the park was today.  Yesterday there had been people everywhere.

I took the Hot Springs Mountain Trail and discovered a wonderful area of moss that was like a Valentine from Nature and another like a Caterpillar.  I then made my way to the top again and I decided to head down the Peak Trail. Once on the trail I looked to see if  Hawks were on the dead tree perches.  Nothing, so I headed home.

Have a Lovely Adventure
Much Love, Lee

Photo credit: National Park Service

Ok, maybe not that wild. But, this place is more than your average L.A. park; it’s a small oasis. Nestled smack in the middle of Sherman Oaks and Beverly Hills, this nature lover’s getaway is a break from the hectic city life without breaking the bank on gas.

Franklin Canyon Park. I love it because of its location, tucked in the mountains and surrounded by greenery. Quiet and private, it’s a dream come true for those of us who want a serene asylum but don’t quite have the time or money for a full-on vacation.

The main attraction for me is the lake. Many times, I come across geese and swans that swim there, adding to the feeling of removal from everyday responsibilities. Hiking trails range from easy to difficult and there are also benches if you want to have a picnic or read a book.

Franklin Canyon Park

2600 Franklin Canyon Dr.

Beverly Hills, CA 90210

(310) 858-7272 ext. 131

http://www.lamountains.com/planning_franklin.html

UPDATE: Full Moon Adventure on Saturday, 1/30 at 7 pm at Franklin Canyon Ranch. Hike with volunteer naturalist as you look and listen to wildlife under the stars! All ages welcome and it’s FREE. The hike is 2 hours long. Download your own PDF of public programs and more here.

It was a glorious mixed day, cold and sunny with a perfect blue sky.  Small birds poked their beaks out in-between fly overs by the sky surfers. I visited new trails and the haunted forest too.

On the promenade I was greeted by a lovely female Cardinal; she had wonderful poses in the early morning light. Our photo shoot ended quickly as a Hawk flew past.   Silence fell over the Park so I made my morning dash to the top of Hot Springs Mountain.

The view from the Pagoda was wonderful and as always brought peace to my soul.  I met several nice people up top, but sadly no one would agree to be in my blog “sniff sniff”.   If  by chance they read this, “it was really lovely to meet you”.

My hike on the Hot Springs Mountain Trail was uneventful as a large group on a tour had passed through earlier.  The high volume of Trail traffic meant nothing was nearby so I hiked to the trail head and up to the North Mountain Overlook.  I watched a pair of Golden Eagles dancing in the distance, then hiked down to the Upper Dogwood Trail.

Every time I hike the Upper Dogwood it blows a gale and I feel a little battered by the time I reach the end.  There never appears to be any wildlife, or the wind roaring drowns out all other noises.  I had never been to the Lower Dogwood or Arlington Trails so I decided to be adventurous and pay them a visit.  Part way along the Upper Dogwood an unmarked trail appeared, so I had to see where it went.  Remember in the Wizard of Oz when Dorothy goes to get the broom from the Wicked Witch of the West. The Yellow Brick Road begins to get rough looking, fallen trees and the path gets more difficult to discern.  I halted my journey down the path when something moved under the leaves at my feet.

When I was back on the Upper Dogwood I decided to hike over to the Lower Dogwood Loop and the Arlington Trail.  It was very peaceful and the bird song was beginning to return.  I reached a Trail marker for the Arlington, it was one of those great signs; Arlington with arrows pointing to both trails. I kept to the right and found a lovely little Trail that lead me to the elegant Arlington Hotel sundeck and swimming pools. It looked inviting in the bright sunshine and I imagined it would be wonderful to sit and relax year round.  It was difficult to leave it behind and continue on my journey.

The next section of the Trail was filled with song birds and I was able to photograph a Robin and a female Black-Throated Green Warbler.  I continued until it connected up with the second part of the Lower Dogwood Loop.  Even though a Hawk was circling overhead I was able to photograph a Hairy Woodpecker both on a tree and taking flight.

I connected with the Upper Dogwood to the Hot Springs Mountain Trail, onto the Honeysuckle, then the Fountain Trail and on Home. As always it was a wonderful day in the park.

Much Love to All, Lee

When I awoke the Weather Chanel informed me low temperatures had returned to Hot Springs, so I gathered up my cold weather gear. Out the door and into the park early, I could sense things were not as they were yesterday. The birds appeared to be flying into every low bush they could find, not basking in the first sunlight of the tallest trees. I glanced across to West Mountain and saw a large bird flying just above the tree line. What appeared to be a large hawk then banked heading straight for Hot Springs Mountain.  As he/she flew over I was able to get a single photo before they vanished over the trees on the mountain top. I knew it would be a VERY long time before the small animals and birds came out from their hiding places so I continued my hike to the top of Hot Springs Mountain.

All the way to the top it was silent accept for an occasional bird call off in the distance. When I arrived at the Pagoda for my daily view shot all was still silent.  As I raised my camera a Hawk flew into view it was spectacular.  I often stand for 30 or minutes waiting for a large bird to soar past and generally walk away with nothing.  Today I was blessed with two separate sightings.

I decided to hike over to Goat Rock and headed down Hot Springs Mountain Trail.  During the Icy cold mornings late in December and in early January I would see only one other person when I was hiking. Today I introduced myself to hiking regular Robert (formerly of Colorado).  He kindly imparted lots of information about what I should look for as the seasons change.  He headed out on the trail as I continued my search for birds.

I ran into Robert again as I headed down the Gulpha Gorge Trail and we were joined by Cynthia and Teddy (Great Pyrenees).  They were visiting from Chicago, Illinois for the racing season at Woodlawn. We all chatted parted company and headed out on our separate hiking trails.

It was a beautiful day and the view from Goat Rock was Spectacular and I sat for a while at the lookout enjoying the view. I decided to continue my hike by heading back up the Gulpha Gorge Trail to the North Mountain Overlook.  The sky was an amazing blue and in the distance an eagle slipped behind a ridge top.  I stood there for 5 minutes and was rewarded with a spectacular display of two golden eagles flying in tandem.  This was my first experience trying to keep two birds in frame and not step off the edge of the overlook and crash down onto the Upper Dogwood Trail.   I could not believe my day three separate Raptor sightings.  Only one brave chipmunk had slipped out for a moment and I was please to see him/her safely return to their burrow.

I headed home via the Upper Dogwood Trail and the wind was punishing and it continued on Hot Spring Mountain and Honeysuckle Trails.  My amazing day finished with a look out my window at my mountain as another large bird road the wind across the ridge top.  The Raptors had been like surfers catching the perfect wave and not wanting to go home till darkness fell. Who could blame them.

Love to You All, Lee

Early start revealed the The Morning Tree, a place where as the sun touches as it crests the mountain and all the promenade birds gather. It was a chaotic cacophony to start a perfect day. The tree held all manner of birds including Cardinals and Cedar Waxwings. They all began feasting on the berries as the sun rose against the blue sky. It was a spectacular sight. Amidst the flight of fancy a squirrel slipped off a tree to gather it’s own morning feast.

I quickly hiked up the Dead Chief and Short Cut Trails and made my way to the mountain top. As I looked back I saw a young man carrying a small boy on his shoulders, Jude and Neil.  I shook hands and introduced myself and asked I could take a photo for my blog, they agreed. Young Jude announced “Where is the Tall Building” and it made me smile, he was excited about going to the Tower.

It was off to the Pagoda for the view, then on down to the Hot Springs Mountain trail to connect with the Gulpha Gorge then over to Goat Rock.  At the beginning of the Gulpha Gorge Trail a beautiful little Tufted Titmouse appeared and vanished in almost the blink of an eye.  Further down the Trail I was surrounded by wonderful Blue Jay calls and was fortunate get several photos.

Goat Rock held my favorite surprise, new friends Ginger and Rickey along with their beautiful dog Lady were there. We had a delight visit until the skies started to darken and we headed off in opposite directions.

I climbed to the top and took some photo at the North Mountain Overlook.  The skies were the antithesis of the sunny view from the pagoda. It was filled with dark blue gray clouds and I decided it was time to head home.

Thank you for joining me on this days adventure. Love, Lee

Your Love is morning sun as it warms my face in the cool mountain air. ~ Lee Hiller

I take a day off from hiking every couple of weeks to reflect on the beauty I have seen and to give my body a chance to rest.  A rest combined with short fast and I feel renewed and ready to see the park with fresh eyes and legs LOL.  I can see the mountain from my window and staying away even today with impending lightening storms is difficult.  Getting toasted by lightening in the park however is not  a current blogging goal.

Sometimes we are so overwhelmed by the large view of Nature’s beauty we miss the details.  A rock on along the path, a tree trunk or stump in a large forest, the delicate moss or unusual fungus growths.  Each of the smaller pieces go toward making up the larger picture, but they are in themselves pieces of Nature’s artistry.  There is no need to rearrange or carefully place items in an effort to create the perfect  photograph,  Nature is an expert at creating the perfect combination.

I hope you will enjoy some of Nature’s artistry which I discovered on many of my hikes within Hot Springs National Park.
Love, Lee
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Sweet song of birds brings joy to my heart, as soft feathered wings in flight dance on air above me.  ~ Lee Hiller

Overcast day on Hot Springs Mountain with an expected storm tonight or tomorrow, I race to get ready for my hike.  The air was cool and mountain was silent until I reached the top this morning.  As always a pair of Cardinals were waiting for me and graciously allowed a few photographs.  I could hear song birds and the elusive woodpeckers, but was unable to see them against the dark sky.

I continued my hike along the Hot Springs Mountain Trail and still the sky worked against me as I tried to photograph the many Red Bellied Woodpeckers that flew into view. I did manage to get a Lovely picture of a White Throated Sparrow.  The Mountain trails were empty and it’s on days like these I feel as if  it’s my own private park.  Bird song filled the trail and I hiked on the wings of their music.

When I reached the road crossing I decided to hike up the North Mountain Overlook.  I called the cell phone number on the sign and listened to the description, reception was not clear and I had to replay it when I returned home.   Hot Springs National Park is in the Zig Zag Range in the eastern edge of the Ouachita Mountains. The forest below is a mix including Short Leaf Pine, Oak, Hickory, Dogwood trees.  The recording stated Redbud and Dogwoods would begin to bloom in the early spring.  There were no eagles were in flight so I decide to head back down to the Hot Springs Mountain Trail.

The decision to hike back to the top and go down the Peak trail proved fortuitous.  As I walked the last few feet of the Peak trail a large flock of birds landed in a nearby Juniper tree and began feasting on the berries.  The frenzy was an amazing site and I later discovered they were Cedar Waxwings. A Robin moved to a higher tree  to watch the the show unfold below.

I met an wonderful local couple Rickey and Ginger Cate.  They were visiting the park to view the work they had done earlier to restore the Promenade and Tufa Terrace areas.  A special thank you to them for taking time to speak with me and for the superb work.  They also suggested I need to eat at Rolandos Nuevo Latino Restaurante on Central Avenue and world famous McClard’s Bar-B-Que on Albert Pike.  The people of Hot Springs, Arkansas are always wonderful it’s the best place to live… or at the very least visit.

Love, Lee

It was a glorious 7 mile, 4 1/2 hour hike on many trails I had never before traversed.  I met new people, climbed a rock and watched eagles soar over mountains.  Took so many photos my batteries died LOL.  Saw a ridge top like the one Jesse Colin Young sings about and I would love to live on it with my Fiance’ Rick.  A day like no other, how all should be experienced.

Hiked up to the Pagoda below the Hot Springs Mountain Tower and waited for birds.  It was eerie, no birds and so quiet.  A car pulled up and a lovely couple Peggy and Jerry Jackson from Byron, Illinois asked me if I thought they should go up in the tower.  I smiled and said “absolutely”.  They also needed directions to Bill Clinton’s boyhood home, I told them it was the one with all the signs saying “Go Away” on the lawn and then imparted a few tips about other places to see.  I snapped a photo for them in from of the Pagoda and asked if I could take one for my blog.  They were thrilled and asked another couple to take a photo of the three of us. I gave them the URL for my blog so they could check it out when they got home.

I decided to continued on the Hot Springs Mountain Trail and looked up to see several large birds fly over. I figured they would do a fly by after I had left the prime viewing spot at the Pagoda. It explained why all the small birds had suddenly vanished.

Along the trail I met a gentle soul of 70 years who called himself Brother Jim.  He was hiking while waiting for a mechanic to finish his work. He had moved here to live on one of the nearby mountains several decades ago after he and his wife tired of being University professors.  He explained she had died recently and this is where she used to hike everyday. I told him I was thinking about going to Goat Rock and he told me if he didn’t have to see the mechanic he would have like to have gone as well.  I gave him a big hug before we departed company.

I felt a bit like Dorothy in the Wizard of OZ being told to follow the yellow brick road. I headed on down the trail to catch the Gulpha to Goat Rock.

The Goat Rock Trail reminded me of Central Oregon forests, big pines and lots of rocks.  It was song filled stroll as bird calls rang out.  Not fast enough with my camera a Large black and white red crested woodpecker soared past, it was a beautiful site as wove in and out of the trees.  I have a confession I Love chipmunks (squirrels too), but they are so fast and rarely pause in the open.  You can’t blame them especially in the winter with no cover and a constant stream of big birds flying over.  Today I was fast enough on the two occasions, when I saw them in the open.

Goat Rock is a wonderful look out no matter what the season.  You climb two flights of stone steps to a wonderful viewing platform for a spectacular view of the surrounding mountains.  It is well worth the hike and I know I will be back often to watch as the seasons change.

I continued on Goat Rock Trail until I reached the end, at the top of the mountain and took the side trail to the North Mountain Lookout. The view was breathtaking and I stood mesmerized as in the distance eagles soared on the updraft between hills and mountains.  A car pulled up and the driver sat eating lunch.  It was the perfect place to be if you wanted to forget about work for and hour. This too is a plae I will return to often.

I left the lookout and continued my adventure on another new trail, the Upper Dogwood.  It gently slopes downward winding through a variety trees, including baby pines sprouting on the trail sides  I was struck by the sudden temperature drop as I went from the heat of the Goat Rock Trail to the breezy cool Upper Dogwood.

During my hike on the Goat Rock trail I notice fast moving insects springing up from the path as I was hiking. Near the end of the trail I tracked one to a tree and took several photos.  It was not until I returned home that I saw they were winged wood like grasshoppers.  I heard a noise behind me and saw a cluster of leaves moving in the breeze so I took a photo.  When I looked closer at the image I realized there was a tiny olive colored bird a Pine Siskin I think in the cluster of dead leave. Never forget to take random photos, you might be surprised what you will find.

I looked at my watch and noticed I had been gone nearly 4 hours and I had better move along.  It has been another wonderful day on the mountain.

Love, Lee

I Love overcast days, the colors seem more vibrant… green is always greener. I thought I might have to pass on a day in the Park because of the storm forecast yesterday.   Last nights Thunder and Lightening storms were spectacular!  I was joyful when I read weather report first thing this morning stating storm warning was over until later this coming evening.

I hiked up the Peak Trail to check out 3 very tall dead trees that are likely perches for birds of prey. My shot of the crow the other day made me aware of these possible locations for a Bird of Prey shot.  Might even see a Vulture as they also frequent the park.

Once on top of the mountain I headed to the Pagoda as it is the only spot I have seen the golden eagle soar past.  I was so mesmerized the first time the camera never reached my eye.  The Pagoda acts a a bird watchers blind and I have been able to photograph many lovely birds there.  Today I was blessed in seeing a White Throated Sparrow, Female Cardinal, male slate-colored dark-eyed junco, a Blue Jay and a Tufted Titmouse ( identification by Lisa Frame).

I left the Pagoda and headed to the Hot Springs Mountain Trail and a Blue Jay started making a great deal of noise flying quickly from bush to tree to bush. I finally panned to his position snapped off a shot and he was ready to move on again.  His actions, I know now, are a warning for what was above and coming my direction.  As I looked up a black silhouette soared past and I barely had time to change lens magnification and settings before it was gone.

Back on the Hot Springs Mountain Trail I met Hippy Mike and his two beautiful dogs Sarah and Chloe starting their hike through the park.  I wanted to show Mike’s responsible attitude as he had both dogs on a leash.  This is important as I see dogs every week off leash chasing small animals and destroying the off-trail areas of the park.  The park has a delicate balance of creatures and plants. We are visitors in “Their Home” and should respect the rules not to go off-trail and keep dogs on a leash.  The fall leaves are cover for a variety of small mammals in the winter and are home for reptiles and amphibians in the spring and summer.  It is important to respect their space and stay on the Trails within the Park.

I continued on the Hot Springs Mountain Trail and decided to return home via the Honeysuckle Trail which is a personal favorite of mine.  I rarely see squirrels and other small mammals on this trail, so I was excited to photograph a squirrel running up a tree.  The squirrel had unusual ears and I wonder if this is a different species or an anomaly.

Honeysuckle to the Peak, then to Tufa, across the Promenade, down to the Park entrance and Home. Love Nature and she will Love You back!

I was not sure what a foggy day in Hot Springs National Park would reveal. It was damp, drippy, and foggy almost a perfect Oregon winter day,  in Hot Springs they add humidity just as an extra bonus.  It was was a wondrous surreal world filled with unexpected beauty.  Beauty so captivating it was as if were in a medieval forest.  Ghost like squirrels and birds were moving all around me and a managed to capture them in a few photographs.

The morning was so wonder filled I decided to hike the Gulpha Gorge Trail for the first time.  The Gulpha Gorge Trail was different from the other trails I had been on in the park as it has large rock formations.  It descends rapidly to the Gorge via a winding path from the Rest Hut on the Hot Springs Mountain Trail and ends above the campground.  From this positions you can hike down into the gorge or return via the Dead Chief or Gulpha Trails.  I chose the Dead Chief Trail as I was not sure I was fit enough yet for the steep extended climb of the Gulpha Gorge Trail.

Each day I head into the Park I carry the Love of my Fiance’ Rick London.  He never asks how long I will be gone or when I expect to be back.  When I return he is there with a loving embrace and genuine interest in all that I experienced. That is true Love and I am blessed.

As my spirit is set free by Nature’s beauty my Love for You fills my soul.  ~ Lee Hiller ©2010

Hot Springs National Park Trails Green Warbler and Sparrow

I can honestly say this was the hardest hike I have accomplished. It was 6 miles of slamming my boots into Ice coated snow. I felt my muscles rebel as I climbed, my toes are battered and I am so happy to know I could do it.

Getting into the park was slow, the ice at all the entrances made none of them a practical choice.  I ended up on the steepest as it had rails.  It was a hand over hand pulling my self up on a sheet of ice. Getting down out of the park later should be interesting I thought as I was sliding all over bricks trying to cross the promenade to grass.  Marching seem the only safe choice, as it broke through the ice coating on the snow.

The was not sign of life in the lower park so I started my march, literally, up the Dead Chief  to the Short Cut Trail. It was lonely without the bird song and the squirrels leaping through the trees.  It was safer for them all to stay perched safely out of harms way.  The Short cut trail was beautiful and it was hard to know where to look at any given moment.  The park gates were closed to vehicles and I able to enjoy listening to trees.  As the top of the trail lay two  large short leaf pines, more lives lost in the harsh winter storms.  The larger of the trees had caused the small to fall as it slammed into the trees across the path.  It’s root mass was so large I could walk under it to continue on my journey.

I headed to the Pagoda to see if the view had improved from the day before.  It was beautiful as the sun reflected off the snow and ice spread out on the valley floor.  The ice cycles were melting and it looked as if it were raining in front of the Pagoda on the east side.

From the Pagoda I decided to travel on the Hot Springs Mountain Trail to the Gulpha Gorge Trail and on the Goat Rock Trail.  The marching action tested my leg muscles and I had not even go to the hardest trail yet  The rest hut looked a happier place from the day before.  It had been the first time I had used it out of necessity, a refuge in the driving snow. Today it was sunny, bright and inviting, so I had not need to go inside.  The Gulpha was an obstacle course and I carefully maneuvered around each bent tree in hopes they would one day spring back to an upright position.

The view from Goat Rock was as always