Ozarks: Lizards, snakes, and Jesus

 Conveniently located along the Bible Belt (pause added for effect), the Ozarks is one of the most awe inspiring physiographic regions in the United States.  It contains some of the oldest landforms in the country and is home to an astounding number of plant and animal species.  Its rocky glades and cool forests beckon the adventurer.  I was fortunate to spend a weekend exploring the southern portion of the Salem Plateau in Missouri with Peter Paplanus and the experience was nothing short of revitalizing.

An Ozark glade

I agreed to meet Peter at his house but hiked a local trail while waiting for him to arrive.  Carefully scrambling along a steep riverbank lined in discarded slabs of concrete, I found a common gartersnake (Thamnophis sirtalis) here.  When I saw Peter minutes later, I jokingly bid him adieu as I had met my quota.  In all seriousness, the trip had only begun.

We headed southwest from St. Louis toward our destination and figured that since we had a couple of hours’ worth of daylight left, we’d stop at a glade to search for snakes before continuing our journey under the cover of darkness.  It was a good decision on Peter’s part as the view from atop the glade was amazing.  We also found a few nice snakes. On the way there, while driving up a curved narrow road through some open woodlands, a dead carcass fell out of the sky about ten feet in front of my car, followed by the large golden eagle that dropped it. Apparently the bird was having some difficulty gaining altitude with what Peter thought was a large rabbit. It flew to a tree and perched there, likely waiting for the coast to clear before returning to its victim.

Yellow-bellied racer (Coluber constrictor)

Large rock with rich crystal deposits throughout

After being turned away from a couple of hotels in the area, I found a locally owned place that had room for two rough looking scoundrels.  Walking into the lobby, we were surrounded in Biblical quotes, crucifixes, and lots of other symbols both from the Old and the New Testament.  It’s important to note that we were the youngest tenants by at least several decades.  Our room was fairly nondescript except for a well-used and proudly propped copy of the “Cowboy Bible”. 

We got up very early the next morning and made our way to the first site.  With temperatures in the mid forties I was not hopeful, but Peter assured me we’d be successful.  We were joined by Peter’s friend Greg, a local who had years of experience in these areas.  Pete was right - it didn’t take long before we began finding reptiles here.  A good variety of lizards and snakes were represented.

Scarlet paintbrush

Rough earth snake (Virginia striatula)

Speckled kingsnake (Lampropeltis getula)

The same spec

Looking east across the Ozarks

Greg and Peter suggested that we move to a nearby site for a chance at finding the variable ground snake (Sonora episcopa).  A long hike through a mature deciduous woodland brought us to an isolated glade teeming with reptiles.  By now the temperature had risen to about sixty-four degrees F.

Young racer

Peter photographing a coal skink (Plestiodon anthacinus)

Coal skink

Three-toed box turtle (Terrapene carolina)

Last year's hatchling speckled kingsnake

Young tarantula

Variable ground snake (Sonora episcopa)

Our next and final location was about a thirty minute drive away.  A small but intact section of glades that produced even more species and a vista complete with a waning westerly sun and a cool breeze to signal an end to the trip.

Wild hyacinth

One of many super duper little flathead snakes (Tantilla gracilis)

Greg and I after we found two western wormsnakes (Carphophis vermis)

One of several milksnakes (Lampropeltis triangulum)

Another ground snake

While taking a break (I am getting old), I found this beautiful American toad (Anaxyrus americanus) and had a nice little chat.  The conversation was rather one-sided.

Opuntia

Pete, Greg, and me as we were wrapping up our very long outing.

Arizona: When life hands you lemons

 Cool air, stiff winds, and frequent rain accompanied my latest trip to southern Arizona.  Look, when you book a trip in advance, you can’t choose the weather.  You take what you get.  That said, it was a bit insulting when the weather was warm and sunny leading up to the trip, and then warm and sunny the day after we left.  So, lots of comfortable hiking and scenic views but very little wildlife.

The first stop of our trip was to the Arizona-Sonora Desert Museum.  As the name implies, it is a museum celebrating the Sonora Desert and all of its natural splendor.  Much of the museum is actually an outdoor walkway through various reconstructed desert biomes.  Among several species of lizards seen was the famous introduced hybrid spinytail iguana (Ctenosaura conspicuous X C. hemilopha macrolopha).  These impressive lizards were introduced to the grounds of the museum back in the 1970s for one reason or another and appear to be restricted to these grounds despite being adapted to live in the desert.  A docent I spoke to believes that the iguanas stay put because of the endless resources on hand (lots of water, fresh vegetation, and abundant artificial rock structure).  In spite of this, the museum has (or had) plans to sterilize these iguanas in order to curtail reproduction and eventually to eradicate them.  That was ten years ago so either they failed to catch all of the iguanas or they just decided that the lizards were too big a draw for visitors.

A majestic spinytail

Two iconic birds of the Sonoran Desert - white-winged dove (foreground) and Gambel's quail

We then hiked Madera Canyon.  This is about when the temperatures took a nosedive.  Madera Canyon is famous for its biodiversity, but little of that was apparent that day.  Still, the views are breathtaking and the little creeks are fun to play around, especially if you’re a seven year old kid.

Our hotel was located in the Catalina foothills near Sabino Canyon.  A short walk outside the hotel led to a desert wonderland complete with an eighty-foot waterfall and towering saguaros.  From here, the sunset is well worth the short hike.

We hiked several miles of the Ventana Canyon trail in intermittent drizzle.  The habitat looked so good for garter snakes - and I looked - but none were found. 

Arizona lupine

What a dreamy rock. I mean, look at it.

One particular cactus attracted us from the foothills to way out in the low desert.  “Shiva”, as it is known, is a saguaro with at least 78 arms, located outside of Tucson.  As a family we love saguaros but this one takes the cake. Within the vicinity of Shiva (and other saguaros impressive in their own right) we saw and flipped lots of dry cow pies.  As a kid, I’d flip cow pies in northwestern Georgia and find ringneck snakes, narrowmouth toads, and cool bugs.  Though stinky, the cow pies hold in a lot of moisture which can be hard to find during certain times of the year (especially in the desert).  After flipping about two hundred cow pies, and marveling at the cacti, we got back in the car to head to Mt. Lemmon.  Before too long, I spotted a wooden board along the side of the road.  I pulled off and flipped it, finding my first and only snake of the entire trip (?!?!), a young Sonoran nightsnake (Hypsiglena chlorophaea).

Shiva

Onward toward Mt. Lemmon.  The drive up the mountain is surreal.  For the first 5000 or so feet, the mountain is generally desert-like, but as you ascend further, the familiar agaves and prickly pears give way to pines, and before long, small patches of snow were seen along the roadside.  Around 6000 or 7000 feet, you’ve entered winter (in March).  Postcard images of families sledding down the snowy wooded hillsides and spectacular views of the valley below flashed before our eyes as we approached the village of Summerhaven, roughly 8000 feet in elevation.  We exited the Jeep as a gentle heavy snow began to fall and made our way to a couple of shops.  

I wanted to check out a trailhead that I had noticed on the way in, so after our snacks at a local snack shop, I drove a short distance north of town to the Oracle Ridge Trailhead.  This is an exposed area, prone to high winds, and boy did we get it.  I insisted on getting a view northwest into the canyon and climbed atop a pile of dirt at the edge of the small loop parking area.  A huge gust of wind hit all three of us, knocking my hat off of my head and chilling us to the bone.  Even though the temperature stood at twenty nine degrees F, the wind chill was a bone-chilling zero degrees F.  With only hoodies protecting our bodies, we quickly turned back toward the Jeep, and made our way back to the desert, which by then had reached sixty degrees.  For a lot of people this kind of experience is mundane but for us it was pretty stinkin’ wild.

Molino Canyon

Another memorable highlight was a visit to Colossal Cave Mountain Park.  All three of us love caves to varying degrees.  My wife loves big, showy, and easily accessible caves.  While I too enjoy these, I really like getting wet and dirty.  Colossal Cave offers both opportunities, but we opted for the shorter guided tour.  The cave is steeped in history and is still used by bats and other wildlife.

Our final adventure was a trip through a pretty well-known canyon north of Madera.  

Kind of a well-known spot

John and Kathie's new pup, Aripo.  He and Lumen bonded in no time and she still talks about him every day.

It was a fun trip, but I feel a little like we need a do-over with warmer weather.  Maybe in August - we’ll see.