Leaving Plush, OR, the gravel road climbs up onto the high plateau of the refuge. The golden grasses expand across this landscape as far as the eye can see with no sign of man's interference except for the lonely road. Finding a small sign for Petroglyph Lake, I take a left turn only to find a locked gate barring my further forward progress. Oh well, I guess I'll hike it from here.
The "trail" is simply a dirt road parting the golden sea. With each step I take, a hundred grasshoppers take flight to remove themselves from my path. Honestly, I've never seen so many grasshoppers. They occasionally land on me as they try to escape. I giggle to myself as I consider how bad these long-legged creatures are at flight navigation.
After a mile or so, a distant cliff of basalt comes into view. Presumably, this borders Petroglyph Lake and I suspect I will find rock art scratched into these boulders that gives the lake it's name.
I make my way to the ever-shrinking shoreline of the lake. The earth has dried and cracked as it bakes in the unrelenting sunlight. I note numerous antelope tracks and another set that I initially guess to be mountain lion, but later, as I realize how the cracking soil enhances the size of the tracks, I settle on coyote. As I look off in the distance, I see one of the buggers staring back at me, which re-enforces my identification.
I head back over towards the cliff and begin to examine the surface for petroglyphs. A few side trails lead up to the cliff. At first, I assume these are human trails, but as I reach the boulders and find small caves and openings at the end of each, I quickly realize these are well-worn coyote trails, each leading to their respective dens. No wonder the little guy was watching me so closely.
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