Mojave Snowbird Trip – Palm Canyon, Kofa

Having spent a couple of days at camp it was time to ‘do something’. Palm Canyon in Kofa Wildlife Refuge had been recommended. (Kofa comes from King of Arizona)

The rain had left some large puddles on the road out of camp.
All the humidity after the rain made it slightly hazy in the desert, Kofa Wildlife Refuge.

Palm Canyon is in a small range of mountains in the centre of Kofa, there is a rough trail into the canyon which cuts deep into the mountains. This is the only place in Arizona where native palm trees still grow, ironically they are California Palms.

The palms are in the crevice on the far side of the canyon, apparently there are a few more dotted around but the majority are here.

The official trail is only half a mile long and stops at the view of the palms but many people have gone further, the trail was sometimes hard to follow and involved scrambling over damp rocks in places, I managed another half mile.

Looking further up into Palm Canyon.
Everything in the canyon had sprung to life with the rains.
The end of the trail for me, it was completely overgrown and rocky.

After visiting Palm Canyon I drove further southeast in Kofa and up King Road. There was some nice scenery and great camping spots so I decided to move my camp here in the morning.

Elk Horn, Thousand Lake Mountain

I decided to see what the road from UT72 over the Hogans to Cathedral Valley was like, many years it would still be impassable in the trees due to snow drifts, but not this year. The road up to Riley Springs and on to the junction for Cathedral Valley was dry so rather than heading down the hill I took the road up towards Elk Horn campground, not really expecting to get that far. The road was muddy in places and a few shaded spots had snow but nothing the Silverado couldn’t handle in 4WD. 

The dogs and I wandered around the campground then back to the truck where I noticed a small lake just beyond our parking spot.
Frikka really likes lakes and went to explore the shoreline, she dipped one foot in but decided against immersion, the air temperature was 39F and there was a small raft of ice floating near the snowy shore.
Biff contented himself with squirming around in the snow, he loves to do that, I didn’t catch him with the camera today but you can see the marks in front of him.
Frikka likes to lay on her belly and scootch along letting out little howls of pleasure, at least it gets the dirt off her!
Lovely little lake, we will go back later in the year so that the dogs can swim.
Zoomed out satellite view of the area, I haven’t been able to find any map that shows the lake or its name so I have named it Lago Sin Nombre after one of my favourite Death Valley stories.
It looks like the lake dries out in the summer. Heart Lake is a few miles north of here so perhaps this one should be called Kidney Lake.