Hiking With My Organic E-Dog

Recently, a few E-bikes (electric power assisted) have appeared on the trail and we mountain bike purists are just a little chagrined to have lesser athletes pedaling effortlessly beside us, chatting while we gasp for breath. Truth be told, we’re probably just a little envious. I’ll probably get one when I turn seventy, or seventy-five. But for now, I’m content with my Intense Carbine that goes only as fast as my sixty-five year-old legs can pedal it.

That said, I’m not ashamed to hike with Sadie, my organic E-dog. Sadie is a German Shepherd mix, about 5 years old, and an incredible athlete. It’s almost impossible to tire her out, so to equalize her energy with mine and Molly’s (a three year-old Border Collie mix), I harness her and allow her to help pull me up the mountain trails.

 

Sadie Service Dog

Today, we hiked Momyer Trail, out of Forest Falls. We were accompanied by about 156,000 gnats who swarmed around our faces and courageously made forays into any unprotected orifices. During a brief rest stop I tried to eat a banana and was forced to reduce their numbers by about a dozen, or fourteen if you count the ones I ate. The survivors continued to support the adage that there’s no rest for the wicked, encouraging us to continue the climb to escape them. Sadie valiantly short-roped me up the steepest sections until I finally took pity on her and set her free. We made it to the San Gorgonio Wilderness border, only about three miles and a bit less than 1,800 feet of elevation gain before my legs suggested it would be wise to turn back. As we descended, a light breeze began gusting up the canyon, reminding me that I was hiking in a virtual tinder box.

The “drought”, which is now considered a permanent condition of climate change, has brought devastation to the pines. Weakened by drought, they’ve been attacked by a spruce beetle and they lie in great piles of dry wood or stand naked against the sky waiting for the next wind storm to take them down.

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The oaks are hanging on but this gnarly old guy is suffering.

gnarly oak

It occurred to me that if a wildfire started in the canyon below, I would be toast. Spurred on by that thought, I quickened my pace, much to the discomfort of my well-worn knees. As luck would have it, we reached the canyon floor without mishap and we all enjoyed a dip in the stream. I dipped my feet into the icy water while the girls plunged in with abandon.

Wet Molly

7 thoughts on “Hiking With My Organic E-Dog

  1. A good biking like that in your dear mountains is regenerating andrejuvenating. ,Judy.Nothing better to get you back on your feet.
    The drought is something frightening;Seeing all of those pine trees dead ! And those beautidul oaks drying !You have been lucky to still find a rill at the bottom of the canyon!
    The dogs are faithful companions but all of a sudden you ask them olympic performances ! 🙂
    Here is a Judy’s good post such we like them!
    Love ❤
    Michel

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    1. Sometimes it’s difficult to find the beauty in the changing forest when we have been accustomed to flowing streams and green grasses. We have not had any rain yet and there doesn’t seem to be any in the foreseeable forecast. I’m afraid we will need to accept the emerging desertification of our mountains. When we come back in a few million years, we will find petrified wood.

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      1. Yes Judy, I am still in touch with some Xabga friends that are now on facebook. I blog on wordpresss but I put a link on facebook too asking they comment ,if they want to, on my blog on wordpress. By this way 20 or 30 of them come on my wordpress to comment and in return i visit and comment their facebook page .
        Love ❤
        Michel.

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