Time for an adventure.
Thanks to those who went before.
My friend Chris wanted to go see the Sierra Anchas. He'd never been but had heard the tales. Scheduling unfortunately put us after peak fall color so I figured I'd still take him camping and looking for ruins and bears.
We headed out early Saturday morning and stopped in Globe for food. As we crossed the creek for the last time, we found a couple trucks blocking the road to block their camp at the trailhead. They came down to tell me I couldn't go any farther anyway since the trail ends. "Thanks, I've been here before," and I decided not to mention the turnaround spot or the the old road that does continue a bit. They then asked me if wouldn't park in the road, because you know it would block them and all. Fine. Oh and question #2, "Do you know where Hell's Hole is, I lead this scout troop and we are supposed to be there."
Well anyway... we began our hike. Some of it in the snow. Found smaller critter and elk track but no bear.
Then began our ruins hunt. Puzzle pieces in hand and maps running through my head we began our off trail stint. It really was quite fun.
"Couldn't you have just asked someone?" I heard more than once.
"No! Pipe down back there. Now go stand over there and lift your arms up in an awkward way so I can take a picture of you!"
The crossing of the talus was interesting with the snow.
We made it though and goofed around carefully in and around the ruins.
On the way back I fell hand first into what felt like a dishwasher full of upturned knives. The plant somehow slowly slid, as my weight tried to resist, along the edges of my fingers. I just remember being able to cuss a lot before I was all the way down and sliced up. Flappy skin deep. Meh, the cold stopped the blood.
We made it back as the sun was going down so we backtracked the road down to a great camp spot. About that time I started feeling weird. Maybe I should use the restroom. And from there on, that's about all I did.
I think I've tracked it down to McDonald's breakfast biscuit, inadvertently eating poop snow, or the fly that flew in my mouth in the back of the cave was actually an old cursed Indian spirit. Bu those are pretty much the standard 3 choice cause of all life's troubles: Micky D's, poop snow, or Indian curse. Try applying it to your own life and I'm sure you'll agree.
Well that fun lasted till let's say Monday night sometime. Oh and Saturday night it rained. Bonus fun
Decided to not do much Sunday and head out early. Took him up to see Workman Falls and watched some rappelers do their thing. Played in the snow some too.