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| no partners | | A little bird told me that a new rancher is in town; one who doesn't lock the gate. And so it was. I drove down near sunset, a few people at the end of the road by the river. Looks like it is still a locals' hangout. I retreated to car camp at the edge of a mesquite bosque where I had shade in the fading light. Did a foxtail walkabout in cheesy sandals, then settled in. The background sound of the Salt nice for those of us who have tinnitus. I slept well.
Next day just wandered upstream on a fisher person trail, then waded a bit but the river is still high and fast. I moved onto the bench and ran across an old probable rancher trail. Washed out in places but could follow. I wore shorts, bad move. Wore my aussie gaiters, good move kept foxtails at bay. Pro advice-- lots easier to get foxtails out of crevices of boots if they had been submerged in the river.
Got a view of the fadeout of the White Ledges then turned around as it was getting warm. This would be a better hike a month earlier or in the fall. |
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