The Tacoma in the middle for scale.
We finally got out.
The original plan was a three-truck caravan into the backcountry, but the first two trucks had to pull out. I’m not entirely equipped for backcountry solo excursions, in the desert that is, so we angled for another location, still a tiny bit remote but nothing too serious. The desert is experiencing the first breath of summer, so temperature and elevation were key.
Mr. No Shoulders on his way home from work.
For me personally, I just want to be out. The details aren’t that important. Quiet, space, archeology and adventure are all I’m looking for. Oh, and lack of people. We found a bit of it all. Hikes, snakes, space, quiet, pictographs and even a full moon dulled by a thin layer of cloud cover. Owls in the air at night. The occasional airplane, high and silent above, a reminder of jobs, houses and life at home.
Look closely. The Tacoma for scale again.
Nick in the ABQ asked about the FujiRoids, so here are a few from the trip. I don’t view these as anything other than journal fodder, which for me is actually fairly important.