Early morning sounds . . .
At Eagle Nest I woke to the sound of geese honking. At Elephant Butte, it was quail. At Caballo, cows and sandhill cranes. At Leasburg Dam, a rooster crows!
Today the crew and I walk the Mogollon Trail through the park. The trail is well-marked with timbers and rocks. About three-fourths of the way, Spike slows to a halt. Fortunately I spy a bench nearby, situated for viewing the mountain and surrounding desertscape.
Spike is unusually tired.
He lies down on his side next to the bench and falls asleep! Bridget sits on my lap. We wait quietly enjoying the vista (and hugs!) for about fifteen minutes. I want Spike to rest enough to recuperate. Man, he must be pooped! I wake him gently and urge him to walk up the trail. He walks very slowly. I’m glad we’re almost home because he’s heavy to carry. At home he drinks some water and climbs up on the bed. He isn’t sick, just exhausted. I can relate. I’ve had days like that.
He sleeps most of the day.
My crew is more important to me than any sight we might see around here. So we stay at the campsite. I did get some photos earlier of the the park entrance, the Mogollon Trail, the Desert Garden, the mountain view, and our campsite.
An outdoor concert is scheduled for tomorrow in the grassy area next to the playground.