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| no partners | | "A man has got to know his limitations" Magnum Force Dirty Harry. So does a woman. Had several delightful days down in Cherry Creek, didn't get as far as I wanted and had a embarrassing memory lapse regarding a road not on my topo map.
Stranger Things started on the drive down the Cherry Creek road. Around a corner stood two young people, no packs and in streetish type clothes. They stated they were separated from their family hiking. They could not tell me where they started, where they were from ( we're from the City), or how long they had been walking. I offered to drive back up to get cell service they stated they did not know any phone numbers. So I gave them a gallon of my thawing frozen water and some advice "You need to get better at lying or tell the truth, I am not going to put you in my Jeep just to drive around. Here is some water and the main road where you might get help is 3 miles up this road. Get moving"
Kids are coddled too much nowadays I think. A little hardship and adventure is good for them. Or as one of my doctors once told me " you are too mean to die". Touché.
And on I drove as I had miles to keep. I saw no other vehicles. No telling what was going on, from running away to truly being clueless I guess.
I got down in time to camp at the wonderful slickrock area. I discovered a derelict road coming down to the area. I would take this coming back to see where it would come out. I was having some deja vu, surely I had not been here in the past but I walked up a little of the quad track and it looked familiar.
Anyway, great night on a sand bar mostly in the waterway, great stars, milky way overhead, satellites, planes, some meteors for the cowboy camp.
The next day the wheels came off. It was a lot rougher downstream than I remember, I did some sort of canyoneering route, I got past the falls but I was worn out. I knew at my pace I had not allotted enough time for this trip. I reversed course, camping at a wonderful spot just below the falls out of the watercourse. I decided I would explore the rocky box pools and leave my pack and put my camera in a waterproof bag I brought. So wading and some swimming and bouldering. Great temps for it. Water level was decent. Old cow poop, the bear poop I saw was fresher. I located a continuation of an old high trail bypassing the box ( animals could not traverse this section). I then moved camp to explore more from the bottom. It looked like rain so deployed my silnylon tarp with my bivy. It rained lightly but nothing serious.
Gorgeous cottonwood trees just starting to turn in some sections. Lots of catclaw. Beautiful rock and plentiful water. Giant driftwood piles from past floods.
Driving out I saw no bodies by the road so I suspect some one got the errant ones home. Times are weird; you have to go with it. |
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