It never rained and I spent the sauna night peeling my unclean and sweaty body from the foam bedroll I’ve learned is a hitchhiking luxury I could never live without. I was still worn out by the time the sun came up and my body not only ached with weariness, but I was mentally fatigued as well. I needed a day to rest, but I didn’t have one. Scott had offered to take me back to I-10 the following morning and I had accepted. Judging by the park’s few campers and my little stint in
This was probably my favorite ramble. It pretty much covered the terrain of the
I also saw a lot of wildlife:
|Oh yeah. That's a tarantula|
|Vinegaroon, aka Whip Scorpion|
|Desert Cottontail Wabbit (click for a closer look)|
To fulfill some childish need, I spent some time whistling into this canyon.
The echo was gratifying for really no reason at all and it upset pockets of Mexican jays who squawked back from seemingly every direction but it was pleasant. When was the last time you stopped and listened to an echo? It had been a long time for me.
One more day, folks.