Hiking the Rogue River Trail
The Rogue River National Recreation Trail bursts in early May with color at every step: yellow irises veined with crimson, blue delphiniums, fiery orange paintbrush. We were on day one, hour one, of a four-day, 40-mile, lodge-to-lodge hike when my husband Charlie―new to the trail―shouted, “Hey, wow! Look!” Before I could turn, I had an inkling of what it was. Vanishing into the trailside scree was a tiny, slender, electric-blue lizard tail. “That,” I said, with the authority of an old Rogue hand, “was a Western blue-tailed skink.”
“A skink?” he asked, incredulous.
“Yep.” This is someone who can forget his own children’s names, so I spelled it out: “S-k-i-n-k.”