Friday, October 28, 2016

At last, real camping!

Alas, this blog is turning out to be a bigger pain in the wazoo than I expected.  I have had trouble coordinating my pictures uploading them, and getting them on here.  I didn't even finish all the posts from our big trip in September.  And now it's almost November.  Maybe I will get to them sometime, But I don't want to let this latest trip get lost in the shuffle, so I'm posting it now.

We took a quick trip this week to Anza Borrego, And finally we were able to camp out in the space and solitude of the desert wilderness. We had only 2 nights, hoping for a window of perfect weather in between 2 SoCal storms.

The plan was to head to Fish Creek Wash. We've been there several times before, but always just for day trips, when we would stay at a rented casita(condo) in Borrego Springs. I always knew I would love to camp there. When we got there, Jerry was reluctant to go too far into the wash. This was Little Billy's first time off road, and he didn't want to get himself into a sticky situation. So we stayed the first night in the primitive Fish Creek campground. It has 3 things going for it: A pit toilet, fire rings, and elevation above the wash, so in the event of a flash flood, you're less likely to get washed away. (Notice that scenic beauty is not one of the perks of this campground, in my opinion.) But after we claimed a spot, (there was just one other person in the campground anyway) we took a walk up into the wash, and Jerry agreed that he thought we could tow Billy further up in the morning.

So on Day 2, we ended up right across the wash from the Wind Caves trailhead. But even so, very few people came by, and even fewer that stopped to hike the trail. So it was delightfully peaceful.

Once we set up camp, Jerry just hung out and I poked around looking for...whatever. That's what I love about the desert. There's always something to find. If there are no bugs (or not many bugs) I can look for rocks. If the rocks are boring, there's always the chance for human artifacts (trash, mostly). And yes, I pick up other peoples' trash. It's the least I can do.  Together, we took a few walks up a couple of side-washes that branch out from the main wash. My favorite thing to do there (or anywhere out in nature, really) is just to explore on foot. Getting out there is one thing, and the awesome scenery is another thing, but I'm all about the small stuff. The stuff you have to keep an eye out for. So our walks have a relatively slow pace that rewards us at every turn. And that's what I love about the desert. There's always something to find. If there are no bugs (or not many bugs) I can look at the rocks. If the rocks are boring, there's always the chance for human artifacts (trash, mostly). And yes, I pick up other peoples' trash. It's the least I can do.

 The weather was perfect. I mean it was still pretty hot, but not too hot, and not windy. The nights were comfortable, and we slept with Billy's doors open so we could see the stars.

  Borrego 10/16

If you click on the photo, it will either turn into a slide show, or take you to Flickr.  Either way, you will be able to see all the pictures.  That seems to be the only way I can make this blog happen right now.