I know they’re around
There is Burro poop all over the place! But, if I were a wild Burro, I wouldn’t come through the campground until nightfall when all the dogs are inside.
|Where else can you get pics of burro poop!|
So, I head out into the desert.
Are they in the washes? Again, I see lots of fresh poop – but no Burros.
I see some interesting cactus and a mysterious bone
Most of the vegetation here consists of tumbleweed (if I was a plant, I’d want to get up and leave too!), creosote and ironwood trees in the washes. I only see two saguaro as far as I can see.
|I think this is a small 'blind prickly pear' - protected from the worst of the wind and sun by surrounding rocks - it is stunted, but clinging to life.|
|Whatever this was, it lost it's fight. It's surprisingly stout for such a short bone.|
|One of 2 saguaros I saw on the horizon - again - it has had some sun-protection from the bush in front.|
Here’s a well-traveled burro trail
I find fresh tracks in the sand – but still no burros.
Desert hiking is good for the ‘directionally-challenged’
Everyone knows that I don’t have the best sense of direction – where else but here can I hike for an hour, turn around and still be able to see my trailer. Yes, it’s that flat and empty here!!
The hunt continues . . .
One of my neighbors tells me that he heard Burros braying out in the desert. Laughing at my efforts to find them no doubt.