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May 31, 2016: Audubon center, and some shopping

Tuesday, May 31st, 2016

As planned, we headed for the Randall Davey Audubon Center this morning, timing it so we’d get there right when they open at 8 AM. We were actually five minutes late, but the gate was still locked anyway. A young woman showed up after a minute or two and unlocked it, and we headed up the nature trail. The place is full of hummingbirds, and we saw several of both common local species — Broad-tailed:

Brod-Tailed Hummingbird

And Black-chinned:

Black-Chinned Hummingbird

And though you wouldn’t know it from those pics, we did get to see both the purple collar on the Black-Chinned and the rose-red throat on a Broad-Tailed.

The nature trail leads up into a Bear Canyon, which has some water and some fir trees; as we climbed up, we heard a repeated Pee-ee! call from across the wash. I spotted a bird in pine tree, and it was clearly an Empidonax flycatcher. Now, which one? It had a yellow belly and very short wing primaries. I played the Cordilleran call and it flew right over, but this bird’s call didn’t match. After a little more testing, we all agreed that the call was clearly Dusky. And the very short primaries are a good field mark for Dusky anyway. Another lifer!

Randall Davey Audubon Center

After the nature trail, we talked to a woman in the visitor center, who recommended the Santa Fe Canyon trail. It’s actually on Nature Conservancy property, and it goes up one side of the Santa Fe river and back on the other. In the process it goes by a large pond that was once the reservoir for Santa Fe, as well as several beaver ponds. It was a nice hike, although we didn’t really see anything that noteworthy.

Santa Fe Canyon

After the hike we had lunch and rested a bit, then walked over to the Santa Fe Plaza and the Governor’s Mansion. At the latter, a whole row of artisans had set up blankets with stuff for sale – always Robin’s downfall.


We had a nice walk in the old city, and left much poorer. Tonight, tapas!

May 30, 2016: Dodging the crowds in Santa Fe

Monday, May 30th, 2016

We got in to Santa Fe last night, where we’re staying in a lovely 1920s era (Maybe; the question has prompted a big argument between Robin and Peggy) Pueblo style house (again, topic of some controversy) on Staab St. (pretty sure we all agree on this part). This morning I decided to forego birding and just go out for coffee and pastries for breakfast. Then I wandered around the yard a while, and Peggy asked what that bird was singing, and I allowed as how it was an Oregon Dark-Eyed Junco, but then Ebird said that was rare. And with some embarrassment, when I looked at my photo of it I realized it was a Spotted Towhee.

Spotted Towhee

After breakfast we agreed we should go to the Randall Davey Audubon Center, which is just over on the east side of town. But when we got there, it was closed for Memorial Day. We had never heard of an Audubon Center being closed for Memorial Day, so we decided instead of having two piles of garbage, it would be better to have one big pile of garbage, and then there were the 27 8X10 color glossy photos with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one…

Oops, wrong story. So anyway, we decided to drive out to Las Vegas National Wildlife Refuge, which looked pretty good based on the ebird records. What I didn’t realize was that it’s a group of small lakes in a dry, mostly featureless grassland. I think being there gives you a good idea what it was like on the Santa Fe trail. On the plus side, we only saw two other people and two more cars the entire time we were in the refuge.

We hiked to Gallinas Canyon and back.

Las Vegas NWR

And we used the scope to check out the lakes.

Las Vegas NWR

They had Mallards, Coots, Gadwall, Ruddy Ducks, and a couple of Avocets. Nothing too great. But I did get a lifer: Western Meadowlark, which was singing vociferously all over the place, and thus distinguishable from Eastern. Because damned if I can tell whether the malar stripe is yellow enough.

Western Meadowlark

Gallinas Canyon has some cool old stone ruins.

Las Vegas NWR

On the way back I almost stepped on this snake. Not sure what it is; thinking maybe Western Coachwhip, but I’d be open to suggestions from people who know stuff.

Western Coachwhip?

I could go on about the birds — we saw both Cassin’s and Western Kingbirds, for instance, but if you care you can go to the links.

When we got back to the house, Hamner and I decided we should go to the store and get food for dinner, caffeine-free diet Coke, and libations. Robin particularly was enamored of Santa Sidra’s Tad Sweet cider, which she had at Fire and Hops last night with dinner. So we drove to Albertson’s where we got bread and cheese and olives and such, and some local IPA, and no cider. So we were about to head back defeated, but I decided we should try a liquor store. Which we did. No luck. So we looked up the Santa Sidra cider brewery, and drove there. And the place wasn’t even there. So then we went to Susan’s Fine Wine and Liquors. I asked the woman there if they had local cider, and bingo! There it was. We bought a couple of bottles. She then proceeded to tell us that the owner is opening a cider brewery in Washington DC, and nobody wanted to take over his operation here, so when what they have is sold, that’s the last they’ll ever get.

Santa Sidra

So we are all drinking good stuff (Hamner and I opted for Cumbre Elevated IPA) and getting ready for dinner. Tomorrow, to the Randall Davey Audubon Center (I hope).

May 29, 2016: Driving

Sunday, May 29th, 2016

Today was the one big day of driving, about 8 hours from Panguitch, UT to Santa Fe, NM> We hit the road early and drove straight through, with stops only for breakfast and gas. We couldn’t resist the “Ho-Made Pies” at the Thunderbird Cafe in Mt. Carmel Junction. Apparently they’ve had that motto for a long time, and decided to embrace the double entendre. I bought a t-shirt.


We crossed the Colorado at Glen Canyon Dam — you can see how low the water is after prolonged drought. The white area is normally under water.

Glen Canyon Dam

Arrived in Santa Fe without incident. This is where we’re spending the remaining several days; I have some target birds in the area, and we’ll have to go visit the museum at Los Alamos.

May 28, 2016: Bryce Canyon National Park

Saturday, May 28th, 2016

After the mob scene at Zion yesterday, I have to say I was a little apprehensive about what we’d find at Bryce Canyon on the Saturday of Memorial Day weekend. As it turns out, I needn’t have worried.

For one thing, of course, we got an early start — we met for breakfast at the restaurant next door to our hotel at 7:30. The dining options 6 miles outside of Panguitch, Utah, are somewhat limited. I’m sure this comes as a shock. But the place had a perfectly good, though limited, breakfast menu. We had plenty to eat and plenty of coffee, and the waitress, who almost certainly was the wife of the cook and probably the co-owner, had a pleasantly flippant manner.

We got to the park around 9, and a very pleasant ranger was directing traffic at the General Store where we parked. I asked her where one might look for Clark’s Nutcracker, as it was the bird I really had as a target for the park. She was sorry, but she’d only started at Bryce a week ago, and didn’t know. We had a nice chat anyway, and she gave us tips on how to avoid the crowds as the day went on.

We decided to start with what is billed as the easiest hike into the canyon, the Queen’s Garden. While looking for the trailhead, and while the rest of the group was admiring the view, I saw a bird in a dead pine tree and got a good view of it: Townsend’s Solitaire! A lifer, and one I hadn’t really been thinking about that much.

Townsend's Solitaire

Eventually we started down the “easiest hike into the canyon”. I think it’s safe to say that the other hikes into the canyon are pretty strenuous. The trail was less than a mile round trip, but it has about 400 feet of vertical, and most of that is in a couple of steep sets of switchbacks. Robin elected to sit out the bottom half and wait for us, and she was still pretty tired by the time we got back. Nevertheless, it’s a beautiful trail with great views of some really amazing rock formations.

Bryce Canyon

Bryce Canyon

Bryce Canyon

On the way back up it started to rain a bit, so we figured we’d drive down to the far end of the road and check out overlooks that were easy to reach.

Bryce Canyon

The ranger had also suggested the Bristlecone Pine Trail, which is accessible from the very south end of the park road. We stopped at several overlooks, had some very nice views, and finally got to Rainbow Point. Robin decided to hang out at the car while the rest of us walked the Bristlecone Pine Trail. As it turns out, it was actually easy, especially by comparison with Queen’s Garden.

We did get to see some very old bristlecone pines, and it was a great walk through fir-spruce forest at over 9000 feet elevation.

Bryce Canyon

Bryce Canyon

When we got back, we drove north to a parking lot in a burned-over area. Looking for Three-Toed Woodpeckers. No luck on that, though we did see a Downy Woodpecker, some Western Bluebirds, and a couple of Mountain Bluebirds — finally I got a good look at one with binoculars.

For the finale, we thought it would be interesting to go to Mossy Cave. This is an area off Highway 12, not really connected to the main park road, where there’s a waterfall and a cave with a perennial seep. It’s down around 6000 feet, so the terrain is much more desert than the rest of the park that we’d seen. We had started walking in when I heard a raspy call, I thought, and I stopped to see if it would repeat. I was thinking Clark’s Nutcracker, but it didn’t happen again, so we moved on. We stopped again to look at a Broad-Tailed Hummingbird perched in a tree, and Robin said “What’s that sound?” It was the rasp again, and this time it came repeatedly from some trees on the cliff next to us. Pretty soon Hamner spotted motion, and I got the binoculars on a Clark’s Nutcracker! Another one flew in, and all of us got good looks while I got some pictures as well.

Clark's Nutcracker

By this point I was pretty happy, and in a great mood to continue up to the waterfall. This is a cool place; the Mormons dug a diversion channel to siphon some water from the Sevier River through the pass to Tropic, Utah. In some places they used existing washes, and converted them to occasional paths of runoff to a permanent stream. The resulting waterfall is an unexpected oasis in the desert scrub. Nearby, water seeps out of the sandstone and drips from the roof of a small cave before running down the main stream.

Bryce Canyon - Mossy Cave

We had a great little hike, and Robin agreed this one was worth the trouble. From there, we went to Bryce Canyon City outside the park gates, and had dinner.

Tomorrow is a long day — over 9 hours drive from here to Santa Fe.

May 27: Zion National Park

Saturday, May 28th, 2016

The next morning (Friday, though it’s getting hard to keep track) we packed up and got ready to leave Jacob Lake. I birded a little before breakfast, but didn’t have anything new. By the time I got to the hotel restaurant, Robin, Hamner, and Peggy were already there and had ordered coffee. Still, I was in time to get my breakfast order in with everyone else. In a few minutes their food came, and the waitress apologized and said mine would be right out. She said that several more times as everyone else ate, and finally I got tired of sitting around and left. Apparently Robin talked to the manager afterward and they got their breakfast for free; fortunately, after the way we’ve been eating on this trip, I could afford to skip a meal.

Our destination for the day was Panguitch, Utah, where we’d be close to Bryce Canyon, but on the way we planned to make a side trip to Zion National Park. It’s a hell of a drive into the park, with great scenery of cliffs and gorges, switchbacks, even a mile-long tunnel through the rock. All of this in an increasingly congested line of traffic, and finally once inside the park, there was noplace to park the car — signs told us to exit the park to the west and park in Springdale. We did that and took the shuttle bus back in. The park consists of lots of spires, cliffs, and mesas cut by the Virgin River, and unless you’re going to hike very strenuously or climb rocks, you’re pretty much limited to the narrow Virgin River valley. It’s a beautiful perennial stream in the desert vegetation, where I’d hoped to see quite a few bird species – including possibly American Dipper.

Zion National Park

Zion National Park

Unfortunately, in the middle of the day on Friday of Memorial Day Weekend, hiking the Riverside Trail was not much of a birding experience. If you stopped to look at something, it was like parking in the middle of the interstate. The flow of foot traffic was constant and loud — one guy even had a boom box.

Zion National Park

We once again dipped on the dippers. And again, it seems that Black Phoebes really like to hang out where dippers should be.

Black Phoebe

After some light hiking and a lot of riding the shuttle bus, we had dinner at the Zion Canyon Brew Pub and headed for Panguitch. On the way out of the park we did get one mammal lifer — a bighorn sheep standing on the roadside just a few feet away.

Bighorn Sheep

May 26: North Rim

Saturday, May 28th, 2016

We got to the Jacob Lake Inn as planned late in the afternoon of May 25, and had a few moments of panic as their computer system said that we had reserved the nights of May 24 and 25th instead of 25th and 26th. Fortunately, Robin had the confirmation email on her phone, and they were very nice about it, finding us rooms. The meal options are limited in the area — there’s a KFC somewhere nearby, but you’re pretty much committed to eating at the Inn. It’s in the woods, with trails leading out through the pines. I never did make it to the lake, which I understand is actually just a small pond anyway. I did hike in about a mile before breakfast, seeing loads of Grace’s Warblers and Yellow-Rumped Warblers, along with a bunch of Flickers, and the very peculiar Kaibab Squirrel with its fluffy white tail. One lifer in the woods — Plumbeous Vireo, which I heard singing everywhere, and finally got some good looks at.

North Rim

We headed for the North Rim of the Grand Canyon in the morning. The scenery is completely different from what you get approaching the south rim; on the south, it’s high desert scrubland, while from the north it’s tall conifers and broad alpine wetland meadows. As we neared the park boundary, I looked out the window and saw a Mountain Bluebird perched on a sign — a lifer with the naked eye at 50 mph.

At the park, we went to the visitor center and the lodge, where we made a reservation for an early dinner. Then we decided to drive east along the rim to visit several overlooks. As we started driving on the rim road, it started to snow — first a few wet slushy flakes, then little snowball pellets, and eventually just big flakes and lots of them. We had some very chilly views. When we finally got out to Point Royal, the snow let up and there was a little sun for our walk out to the overlook.

North Rim

North Rim


When we got back to the visitor center the sun had come out and it was actually pretty pleasant. As we had about an hour and a half before our dinner reservation, we decided to take a loop hike near the center, which was pleasant enough until it started to rain about halfway through. By the time we got to the lodge for our dinner, we were pretty damp and cold. Dinner was outstanding, though, so we ended the day in pretty good spirits.

May 25, 2016: Condors! Oh, and the Grand Canyon.

Thursday, May 26th, 2016

From Flagstaff to Jacob Lake near the North Rim of the Grand Canyon, our next stop, is only about a 3 hour drive. So we decided that since I’d never been, we could throw in a detour to the South Rim on the way. We got there around 10:30 or so, and I was kind of astounded at the huge crowd of people on a Wednesday morning not even really in summer vacation season. The canyon itself is spectacular, and as everyone says, it’s like being in a postcard. It’s just too big to really grasp. We walked around a bit at the visitor center, and I noticed some birds swooping overhead. Those long, thin wings tipped me off, and a quick look with binoculaArs confirmed that they were White-throated Swifts. Finally saw them for real, and a legitimate lifer. I also had a mammal lifer, Cliff Chipmunk, who was hanging around waiting for crumbs while we ate. Don’t worry, we didn’t feed the animals. No desire to get the plague.

Grand Canyon

Grand Canyon

Cliff Chipmunk

After lunch at the visitor center, we headed east to Desert View, where we had some nice photo ops. Peggy and I climbed to the top of the Watchtower, an interesting early 20th century faux-indigenous bit of architecture. You can see the San Francisco peaks back in Flagstaff from the top floor.

Grand Canyon

The main event for the drive, though, was to cross the Colorado at Navajo Bridge and look for California Condors. I’d checked it out in ebird in advance, and that’s the most reliable spot on our whole trip to see them. I was really a little worried that we wouldn’t see them and it would be a big disappointment. I needn’t have been. We pulled off in a parking area on the east side of the river, from which you can walk out onto the old bridge, now a pedestrian span. As soon as I got to the foot of the old bridge, I could see a group of guys with giant telephoto lenses all looking at the same spot on the canyon wall, and I knew that the condors must be there.

Sure enough, two condors were perched on a much-guano-stained ledge. Everyone got to see them very well, and I took way too many pics, and then one of them launched himself off the rock and soared over to the bridge. I managed to get a shot of him in flight, and then a nice close one leaning too far over the railing. Me, that is, not the bird. Then the other condor also flew, and I got a couple of shots of that one starting to take off. All in all, it was a very satisfying experience.

California Condor

California Condor

California Condor

At Hamner’s insistence, I did the Chicken Dance on the bridge while he photographed me. Another lifer, bringing my total to 515 — 34 in the past week on this trip.

Chicken Dance

We drove on to the Jacob Lake Inn, where we’re staying the next two nights. It sits right in the pine woods, so I have hopes for woodpeckers. Tomorrow to the North Rim.

May 24, 2016: Oak Creek Canyon

Tuesday, May 24th, 2016

After a relatively late night at the Lowell Observatory, I still managed to get out to Kachina Wetlands again by about 5:30. This time I spent a while in the pine woods, and was rewarded with a Grace’s Warbler way up in the treetop. Walking around the edge of the area, I found another lifer – Mountain Chickadees — but they were a bit too active to get a good pic. But nearby in a dead tree, an Osprey perched for quite a while.


After breakfast, we headed out for Oak Creek Canyon and Sedona. The view from the Vista is pretty stunning:

Oak Creek Canyon

And then we headed down into the canyon. We were surprised at how crowded all the parking areas were on a Tuesday morning, but we were able to stop in a few spots. We spent a couple of hours at Banjo Bill picnic area, which turned out to be both lovely and quite birdy.

Oak Creek Canyon

One of the first birds we saw in the parking lot was an Acorn Woodpecker.
Acorn Woodpecker

I also got a good view of a Virginia’s Warbler, but the only pic I could get was less than stunning.

Virginia's Warbler

Trust me, that’s the right bird. I had seen in ebird that someone saw 4 Painted Redstarts in Oak Creek Canyon just the day before, so I was really hoping for one. When we walked a path a little way upstream, we found them pretty quickly. Unfortunately these warblers are insanely active. I have a whole bunch of shots of branches and rocks that Painted Redstart was on just a second before I pressed the button. About the best I could get is this one:

Painted Redstart

Eventually we went on to Sedona, where we had Mexican food for lunch (and took forever to find a parking place). After lunch, we decided to pass on the Institute for Brain Education or getting our chakras read, and instead went back northward to Slide Rock State Park.

It’s supposed to be a good place for American Dipper, but we dipped on the dipper. (Sorry). We did see Black Phoebes and Cassin’s Kingbirds, though. Another great spot. We weren’t dressed for swimming, and it was frankly a little cool for it anyway, but lots of people were okay with it:

Slide Rock State Park

We just did some light hiking and called it a day.

Slide Rock State Park

May 23, 2016: No-Canyon Day

Tuesday, May 24th, 2016

Robin decreed that Monday would be a day without canyons or horses, so after my pre-breakfast outing to Kachina Wetlands, we set out for the Museum of Northern Arizona. It’s a fairly small museum in Flagstaff, but it’s really well laid out and has some great stuff. We started with the tour through the geological and paleontological history of the area.

Museum of Northern Arizona

Then the majority of the museum is devoted to native American prehistory and history, with a lot on the Anasazi, as well as some on Navajo, Hopi, Zuni, and Pai. It had some exquisite textiles and jewelry. And this modern Kiva mural done specially for them by two Hopi artists.

Museum of Northern Arizona

Afterward, we went back to the hotel and rested for a while, and then in the early evening we went to the Lowell Observatory. Pluto was discovered here, and a lot of early work on the expansion of the universe. Peggy was in heaven.

Peggy geeks out with a telescope

May 23, 2016: Kachina Wetlands

Monday, May 23rd, 2016

Kachina Wetlands is a waste-water treatment facility in Flagstaff. If you bird, you know that sewage treatment ponds are often great birding spots; if you’ve birded in enlightened places, you know that some of them are really terrific habitats. Kachina Wetlands is one of those. I’d seen it as an ebird hotspot while planning the trip, but I didn’t really know what to expect. You park at the end of a dead-end road through a trailer park and walk in through some trees, to be met with this view.

Kachina Wetlands

There are multiple ponds separated by dikes, some dry and others full; several have islands in the middle, and there are tall pines surrounding the area as well as on the islands. Cattails fill a lot of the ponds, while the dry areas have tall grasses and scrub. Loads of good habitat.

First lifer of the morning was Pygmy Nuthatch, which, though close to me in some pines, was too active to catch for a photo. Next I saw a splash of yellow in the cattails and heard an unfamiliar harsh call — Yellow-Headed Blackbird. This one is hard to miss.

Yellow-headed Blackbird

I also got another chance to see Eared Grebes, as well as a Pied-Billed Grebe with a bunch of fuzzy young.

Eared Grebe

Some Canada Geese had babies foraging right on the trail, and they weren’t getting out of my way at all. One adult just stood there and hissed at me while I went by.

I had promised to be back by 7:30 for breakfast, so I was heading back when I heard an unfamiliar sparrow song in the tall grass. I looked, and I could see the bird way out there perched on a stick. Somehow I dredged up Vesper Sparrow (studying calls in advance paid off?) and I played the song to check. Matched perfectly, and next thing I knew he was perched right next to me and singing.

Vesper Sparrow

On the way out, I also saw a Say’s Phoebe — not a lifer, since I saw the one that showed up in St. Gen county earlier this year. And finally, just as I was getting back to the car, a little flash of blue in a pine tree turned out to be a Western Bluebird. Four lifers before breakfast.