It is winter
and a quick moving storm brushed by on christmas day dropping a bit of snow in
the high country here at home. With the clearing storm on the 26th, the morning
was cold and it definitely felt like winter. The Barking Spiders were again
along with us for the first part of our winter break trip. At our first pee
stop before sunrise the temperature was 16°.
Further along as we passed Tom & Martha's place at Devil's Gate
north of Bridgeport on highway 395, the temperature had dropped to 4°. We
stretched our legs in Bishop and checked out the sales at Wilson's Eastside.
The Lady and I bought a fun gift for Barking that we presented to him at our
first camp, again up on Lemoigne Canyon Road in the wonderful Death Valley
National Park. We told Barking we wanted to be sure he was always playing with
a full deck.
Would the
third time be the charm?
Our first
stop was again in this area so we could check out further leads I had uncovered
on that mystery we have been searching for. Mom Spider also wanted to see Roods Rock. Saturday morning the Lady & I were up early and oriented our new
possible clues. With her "see mores" the Lady saw a pop up camper a
mile or so below us, camped. I took a look and recognized the distinctive
placement of a gas can on the camper. Could it be our friends the Lighthawks?
They drove
up and joined us as we were wrapping up breakfast chores. They had spotted pop up
campers also. It was a happy chance meeting.
The
Lighthawks departed on an exploration up the
canyon................................
............................and
we began our search. Roods Rock inscription was enjoyed by all but we struck
out again, no charm on the third try, with our main search. More clues are
needed - more on that coming up - before we try a fourth time.
A special
note - Research of records (census, land deeds, newspaper articles) detailed
in Proceedings, Ninth Death Valley Conference on History and Prehistory document how W.B Roods (Rude) changed the spelling of
his name over the years. This adds further confirmation that he made the two inscriptions
in Death Valley on a return trip in 1869 and not in 1849.
Early afternoon
we were back on the road. After a stop at the Furnace Creek Visitors Center we
made camp at the Hole in the Wall.
There is
nothing like a winter night in the desert. The temperature drops dramatically
with the setting sun - very early so close to the winter solstice - and gives
the air a nice bite. Clouds in the sky catch fire with color before the stars
take over.
Possibly
because of the cold temperatures, Hole in the Wall was almost devoid of other
campers and quiet. We didn't mind.
We were
ready to go the next morning.
Our first
stop was to try and figure out a safe and doable route through the boulder jam
at the start of Undertaker Canyon.
It had
changed since the Lady and my last visit up here. The route we had explored was
now blocked. Barking and I climbed to a high spot and I recognized, from my
high perch, three of the obstacles reported by Jim Boone. After a group
discussion we decided to head over to Slit Canyon..................
............................and
we could show the Spiders some of the wonders up this spectacular Canyon.
First we
visited the slick pour overs below the impassable grotto.
We then
tackled the bypass route.
We made our
way up the namesake "slit" of Slit Canyon and the Lady was first up
the high pour over at its end. She got in position to haul up our packs.
From the top
of the pour over, here is a view down the slit.
We continued
up Slit Canyon to the massive 50 foot pour over.
"You
know," Barking Spider said as he looked up, "If we could protect
this, we can climb this!"
Perhaps on a
warmer day with longer daylight, we will return and give it a try. Speaking of
the cold, at the base of the pour over, in the cold shadows, we found a tarantula.
He was not moving, possibly dead. We moved it to a warm sunny spot in an attempt
at revival.
We enjoyed a
long break in the sun ourselves and monitored the arachnid's recovery. The Lady
tried dazzling the tarantula with her new colorful boots.
He did not
move, did not bark, or show any other signs of life. We left him on the warm
rock in hope all he needed was more time in the sun.
We returned
to the top of the Slit.
The Lady
started her down climb.
Part way
down it is necessary to traverse to the right. The footholds are there but
small and the dance is delightful.
Barking set
up a belay and put Mom on a rope. I followed the Lady down and spotted from
below. Mom is not as experienced a climber but executed a nice confident down climb.
She was thrilled with her success climbing the obstacle (both up and down) and
we all shared in this highpoint of the day.
The Lady led
the way back up and over the bypass.
I took a few
minutes to scramble down canyon to the brink of the grotto below.
We hiked
back down the wash to the Hole in the Wall and our camp beyond.
The shadows
were long and we were bathed in the warm light of the late afternoon.
The next day
we moved camp. We were heading north to Mesquite Springs for the rest of the
year. But, there was one spot to visit along the way. We wanted to pay our
respects to John LeMoigne who died in 1919 while crossing Death Valley. His
body was discovered later and buried where he was found. As in most things
Death Valley, the truth is clouded in controversy. Apparently in those days the
county coroner provided a $40 payment for properly taking care of a body. Two
men collected the fee and, of course, at a later time Death Valley
Scotty claimed he took part as the third person and complained he never got his share of the
money. Others claimed they had found and buried LeMoigne
but wanted no money for having given "Old Cap" a decent burial.
The journey
out to Lemoigne's grave is a Death Valley experience.
We
discovered the faint remains of the old road.
Do you want
to know where "Old Cap" rests? Can you read a map and have navigation
skills? The grave is shown on the USGS seven and a half minute topo.
As we were
driving to the start of the hike, Mom Spider noticed the map indicated another
grave site. It was only a few miles away. We again tested our navigation skills.
A special
note - remember us wanting more clues for the continuing search? Later in the
week the Lady and I spoke with a Park historian. Concerning LeMoigne's grave,
he was curious if the cross was still intact. On his last visit he did not find
the grave and believes it is sometimes buried by the shifting sand. He was
pleased it is still undisturbed. We asked about who rests in the other grave.
"Unknown," he said. But our question reminded him of another incident
where visitors came in and asked who was buried in a grave. He started into
a talk about the historic grave sites but was interrupted. "No, we think
this is much more recent," they said. "Clothing is visible
under the rock pile! You should go look at it." It was discovered a man had killed his father-in-law
and disposed of the body in a shallow Death Valley grave.
We reached
Mesquite Springs Campground and set up camp. A very nice young couple in the
next site, also in a pop up truck camper, came over and introduced themselves.
They are readers of our stories here. Wolfman Matt is his handle on the
Wander the West forum. They shared great stories of their own and it was pleasure
meeting them. We hope their visit to Death Valley was a grand time for them!
It was now
Tuesday morning. We had a very special day planned. We were looking for
slickensides!
Continued in the next part, click for Part Two.
I am in awe at your winter explorations, especially those parts that required rope work.
ReplyDeleteYou mentioned how cold it was when you started out, but what was the temperature range there in DV? Or did I just miss that in the post?
Bill, thank you for your nice comments. It was mid twenties for overnight and would top out in the high forties during the day. Wind chill was quite cold at times.
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