Stepping outside of school today, it hit me pretty quickly. I needed to get out an go for a mini hike.
This week wasn’t bad, not by a long shot. It came pretty close to perfect almost. The seventh grade team held a shoe games competition, which was pretty cool to be apart of and see the kids interact with their culture. My principal came by and visited my room, and left with glowing remarks on my lesson plan and a request I write a description up for the school district. My close friends gave birth to a healthy girl, and I survived a two day baby-sitting gig with their son. And I had rescued a little puppy.
Despite all the good, or maybe because of it, I felt a little restless. No need to pack food or tons of water. Just needed a friend and some dogs and no worry about time.
Laguna Off Shoot
Location: Off shoot of Laguna Creek
Temperature: Warm until the sun went down
Who: My friend/coworker Kate, Kate’s dog Sally, and my little stray
Time: About an hour
So for me, the hike started on the way over to the meet up point. My little stray has not figured out just yet how to walk on a leash and she was kind of spinning her wheels. Around and around she goes, always making sure I was near by as the bigger dogs barked at us. She doesn’t realize that at the moment we are attached to each other.
When we met up with Kate and her dog Sally, all of us were just ready for a quiet walk. Whatever restlessness I was feeling at 3:30 had slowly relaxed.
Kate is relatively new to the area and we’ve not taken her out very much for hikes just yet. On top of that, the teacher that had taught me how to hike had moved back to the east coast, Denny, and there doesn’t seem to be a replacement for him when it comes to breaking in the new teacher about the hikes. Hopefully as the year goes on, and we do more hikes, we’ll all become more comfortable.
Hopefully we’ll be able to show her how to enjoy her new home. Even if there is no replacement for Denny.
We followed the natural curves of the dried creek bed. The sides came up around us, guiding us towards its intended destination. It’s not impossible to climb up the sides, but I truly wouldn’t want to. There is sense of safety and timelessness in the dried river bed. Sound and sights are blocked, and I like to imagine what that I’m seeing what the first people in the region had seen.
Of course, I know that’s not the case since, the region’s climate has changed several times. Laguna Creek gets it’s name from a series of pictographs featuring laguna birds that the incoming Spaniards saw when they first arrived. Which means someone had seen Laguna when it was actually a laguna.
As we walked, me imagining I’m in a pre1492 world, we came across this…
Unfortunately, a little too common in the area. And really, any area. We as humans need to treat our homes better than we do. I don’t foster any fantasies of doomsday scenarios, but I do feel that at the end of the day, this is what we have. Even if we just use it for a pleasurable hike on a Friday evening.
About here is where we turned around. As the sunset, we quickly made our way back home. We didn’t make it to the water, but we’ll get there eventually. We have time.
My poor little stray is not used to walks. She was very tired and kept giving me her little grunting whines. As if to say, Megan, carry me. We dropped her off in Flagstaff this Friday. We’re hoping that she finds a new home that will allow her plenty of hikes.