Conehead
/Heading west of Big Bear. Right before camp Maddie walks unaware within inches of this guy who is right next to the trail:
It's hot, I'm full, and I'm too tired to bother hikers.
Spent the night at Bench Camp. There were these monster pine cones, I thought they were sugar pine cones, but they are Coulter pine cones.
Conehead girl.
Ran into a bunch of ORV'ers. Gnarly looking road they were tackling. It reminds me of a phase my brother Kevin went through with his jeep. Though not quite as extreme.
The next morning we were off early and walked out of the Holcomb Creek drainage and into Deep Creek canyon and followed that all day.
A Deep Creek Canyon Bridge
Mid-day there was a helicopter circling down-canyon and using their bullhorn to say something, which we could not understand. But it was clearly not us they were trying to communicate with. We finally saw them land and pick someone up. So either a medical issue or some Hollywood film.
Chopper incoming...
The landscape was changing as we were dropping out of the mountains all day and heading into the desert. Back up into the mountains next. Ah, the ups and downs of the PCT.
Near the bottom of Deep Creek canyon
The affects of the drought in California are obvious everywhere you see reservoirs (or former reservoirs).
Mojave reservoir
That night we get to sleep in a bed. Thanks to Susan for the lift and Abbey and Alex for the accomodations!
Kona is content now that Maddie is back.