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Geographic features around camp.
lots of places that one could approach the top straight up a pinnacle, or alongside it in in a wash full of giant boulders. my fingers and toes scremed with remembered but delightful pain from good days climbing, and my belly rumbled as i fought the urge to abandon everything, and live off Desert Sheep and Chuckawalla for the next six months. the Dez makes one too accustomed to Liberty at times....
caves and tunnels galore. the Molle-dog has her serious face on - so many dens, so little time.
lots of safe places to bed down in the washes when rain and flash flood didn't threaten.
here's my stone lean-to. the lichens on the rocks varied in a rainbow of colors.
most of the holes were two-man and two-dogs sized, and scattered nicely. every natural shelter that i looked at appeared to be very stable and inviting. the Wise will not stay under rock unless they know how to judge its safety - so know what you are doing when taking shelter in caves and enclaves of rock.
the wash we were enjoying.
a close-up of the pea-gravel in the wash and rock texture that is commoin through this region. leather gloves are a must for the serious explorer here IMHO.
i have pirate blood, so i am always looking for a hidey-hole. - this tunnel was a great choke-point and cache area for falling back to. you can see why determined natives were so hard to extricate without losing a lot of men in geography like this. we stopped in places like this to have a beer and water the dogs. don't try this at home... har!
base camp was about 2700+ feet, with sine-form geographic slope contours increasing as we moved south.
up and down, up and down. one step down, two steps up.
(cont'd below.)
lots of places that one could approach the top straight up a pinnacle, or alongside it in in a wash full of giant boulders. my fingers and toes scremed with remembered but delightful pain from good days climbing, and my belly rumbled as i fought the urge to abandon everything, and live off Desert Sheep and Chuckawalla for the next six months. the Dez makes one too accustomed to Liberty at times....
caves and tunnels galore. the Molle-dog has her serious face on - so many dens, so little time.
lots of safe places to bed down in the washes when rain and flash flood didn't threaten.
here's my stone lean-to. the lichens on the rocks varied in a rainbow of colors.
most of the holes were two-man and two-dogs sized, and scattered nicely. every natural shelter that i looked at appeared to be very stable and inviting. the Wise will not stay under rock unless they know how to judge its safety - so know what you are doing when taking shelter in caves and enclaves of rock.
the wash we were enjoying.
a close-up of the pea-gravel in the wash and rock texture that is commoin through this region. leather gloves are a must for the serious explorer here IMHO.
i have pirate blood, so i am always looking for a hidey-hole. - this tunnel was a great choke-point and cache area for falling back to. you can see why determined natives were so hard to extricate without losing a lot of men in geography like this. we stopped in places like this to have a beer and water the dogs. don't try this at home... har!
base camp was about 2700+ feet, with sine-form geographic slope contours increasing as we moved south.
up and down, up and down. one step down, two steps up.
(cont'd below.)
