Fain Lake is in Prescott Valley, AZ (in Fain Park). We stopped there on our way home after going to Lynx Lake in Prescott recently. It’s another place that’s supposed to be “birdy,” but wasn’t when we there, of course.
It might look like the lake is dirty but it was really from severe flooding a few days prior to our visit. There was recently a forest fire in that area and then monsoon rains washed a lot of debris down into the lake and over the dam.
More than 2 feet of water flowed over the dam and it looked like this (not my photo, borrowing it from here).
Back in the day, the dam was used for gold mining but I didn’t quite understand how in the information I saw there.
This is where the water flows after it goes over the dam:
There was old mining equipment throughout the park.
It was a very pretty little park and, as it got to be around 5pm, the locals started heading in after work to enjoy it, too. But because of the stagnant water, these guys were everywhere so we headed back to the desert!
This is Lynx Lake in Prescott, AZ, part of the Prescott National Forest. We spent a rainy day up there this past week but, fortunately, the rain did let up now and then giving us time to walk around for quite awhile. It’s not that we’re afraid of the rain but I don’t like the cameras to get too soaked.
See the snag on the left side of the above photo?
It was a tree that seemed to attract these cormorants. There were actually more a few minutes later but this is the only photo I got. This guy was top dog in the tree:
This is the dam which is at the far end of the first photo.
Great Blue Heron
Red-eared Pond Sliders
It was another bad birding day, certainly no lifers. I hope my bird luck changes soon. As always, it was beautiful up there and much cooler than Phoenix but also very humid.
I guess we had not been to Lynx Lake for 7 years! Here are 2 posts I wrote back then (1 and 2).
We apparently stood in almost the same spot as the top photo in this post back then. Here it is almost exactly 7 years ago:
We headed back up to the Mogollon Rim one day last week to go to a different lake…Willow Springs Lake (elevation 7,513 feet). It was beautiful…but raining. The birds were hiding, I didn’t want to get my cameras wet, and it was cold! At the same time that it was 109° in Phoenix it was 50° cooler there.
So we left…to return another day. We headed down the hill to Christopher Creek for lunch, hoping it would clear up afterwards.
This is what the Mogollon Rim looks like from below as opposed to what it looks like from above in a previous post.
Christopher Creek is a tiny (3 square miles) census-designated place in northern Gila County. Situated at the base of the Mogollon Rim, the community lies at an elevation of 5,961 feet and is located approximately 23.5 miles northeast of Payson. The population as of the 2010 U.S. Census was 156 (Wikipedia). There were at least 100 homes there so the population must not take into consideration part-time residents. It’s a beautiful little town with some lodges, a couple restaurants, and a market or 2. I was very surprised to see this large, new LDS church there, too.
It’s now the town I wish we could have a 2nd home in (I keep changing towns but it’s just a dream anyway).
It didn’t really clear up, the rain let up a little but it was still very overcast and threatening to rain more so we took a walk on the creek. I heard there are a ton of birds there but they didn’t want to get wet, I guess.
Lots of slippery rocks in the creek as Tony climbed around on them attempting to get that award-winning photo. And this is it:
It’s very pretty. And then he fell on the slippery rocks. He had sprained fingers, we went to the ER in Payson because he thought one was broken, and then we headed home. And this is why you should always have a filter on your lens:
So we will return another day to further explore the area but this is monsoon season so you never know when you’re going to get a non-rainy day, especially up north.
Rosy-faced Lovebird, juvenile
House Finch family
Gambel’s Quail, male
I have a few photos saved up for times like these, the dog days of summer, when it’s just too hot to get motivated to go anywhere. By using these five photos, all taken in local parks (above), I am drastically depleting my reserve. So we have to get back on the road again very soon…
We traded Tony’s 2003 Mustang, which needed some expensive work, in and got a new-to-us Ford Escape. We had been using my car for our day trips but we really needed more clearance for some of the rougher roads.
We have a lot of pets, including a diabetic cat that needs insulin every 12 hours so it’s easiest for us to go on day trips since it would be a lot to require of a pet-sitter. It’s best if the places we go are less than 2.5 hours away so we can spend a few hours at our destination before heading home. I used this online tool (freemaptools.com) to draw a radius of 150 miles around Phoenix to see what all might be included. But I noticed that these distances are “as the crow flies” and to really get to some of them would take up to 4 hours or so depending on the roads.
So I modified the parameters to 150 minutes from Phoenix, driving an average of 70 mph, and came up with this map, below:
Fortunately, there are a lot of beautiful places within these boundaries and we need to get exploring. There are birds and all sorts of fascinating things out there.
Here’s Google, our diabetic cat, posing as a Currency Manipulator. He’s doing well, having been diabetic for almost 2 years now.
Hibiscus, its 7th year
Summer in this city means photographing my yard because it’s too hot to go anywhere else…
Verdins, adult and juvenile
Abert’s Towhees, adult and juvenile
Water is life, we have plenty out for the critters…
Ornate Tree Lizard
Northern Mockingbird, juvenile
Rough Stink Bug
Curve-billed Thrasher, juvenile
House Sparrow, fledgling
House Finch, juvenile
Brown-headed Cowbird, juvenile
Hot town, summer in the city
Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty
Been down, isn’t it a pity
Doesn’t seem to be a shadow in the city
All around, people looking half dead
Walking on the sidewalk, hotter than a match head.
(Summer in the City, written by Steve Boone, Mark Sebastian, John Sebastian, 1966)