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Night Skies
We made the
decision after starting the drive down from Keane Wonder. How about going in
search of another spot that's been on the "list"? It was on our way
home. Would we have time to negotiate the dozen miles of 4x4 road before dark?
We were set
up just in time to brew an evening cup of coffee to warm us as we sat in
silence.
After dinner
and showers, we took in the night. The night skies were glorious on this trip.
The kind of night skies that remind you that Cassiopeia is not just a sideways
W, but really is an upside down throne. And shows again that Polaris is the final
star in the handle of the Little Dipper. Unfortunately it also showed how the
growing light pollution from Las Vegas has changed the Death Valley night skies
- as noted in the new exhibit in the Visitors Center in Furnace Creek.
I wandered in
the morning as another desert dawn
arrived.
The Lady was
soon by my side. "Let's go now," she said. "It should only be a
couple of miles."
We both
still wore our heavy pants for nights and early mornings. I still wore my
glasses, no contacts yet. We both wore our slip on Romeos. No hiking boots.
"Now?"
I asked.
"Yup,
now. It will be fun!"
We were off.
It is
humbling to walk through a seldom visited place and feel like you are in a time
capsule. Discarded items are still in place where they were left, untouched for
so many years.
We hiked up
a broad wash near the crest.
We were
looking for an ancient sign post where the canyon narrowed.
Most of the
petroglyphs were geometric shapes with the occasional anthropomorphic figure.
It was
interesting that on each side of the canyon were very similar glyphs - an arrow
figure pointing down canyon with a man figure.
There were
many ancient glyphs now almost faded away. This site was passed through for
centuries.
My favorite
was a man like figure who, to me, appeared to be floating.
Remember the
Lady's comment, "It should only be a couple of miles"? It was over
three and that made for a six mile round trip. We returned to camp with our
jackets tied around or waists and hungry for our long delayed breakfast. Just
another morning in the desert, a little more fun than usual.
It was late
Monday morning when we headed out to pavement. An appointment with our eye doc
in South Lake Tahoe Tuesday afternoon necessitated our return. We'd spend one
more night out and drive home and to the appointment on Tuesday.
The Lady
drove most of the way north to Bishop where we topped off with gas and bought a
couple deli sandwiches for an early dinner. I took over the pilot duties and we
headed north on highway 6.
We planned
to camp at one of our sites along 120 but as we passed through Benton Hot
Springs around 4:30 pm we both had the same idea - it doesn't hurt to check.
Jimmy was
out sweeping the walkways at the inn.
"Hey
Jimmy," I called. "Any luck getting a campsite tonight? Will we get
lucky?"
"Today
is your lucky day," Jimmy answered. "For seven months we have been
booked solid. Not a break. Only three sites are taken tonight."
We were
following him into the office. "There's the board," Jimmy said.
"What open site do you want?"
We quickly
settled into our site and began a series of soaks in the restorative hot spring
waters.
It was a
clear cold night. The stars sparkled overhead. The water was perfect. We could
not have asked for a nicer end to this trip.
So I was now
officially a year older. We had seen St. Luke's Folly, searched for Uncle Erv, seen
a Wonder, and spent nights under dazzling displays of stars. It was all pretty darn
wonderful.