After gassing up, we again exited pavement and started to climb back into the high desert. The storm clouds followed us and we were all a little apprehensive of what awaited us on the trail ahead. Obviously it had been wet, not just wet, epically wet; and the map indicated an impassable trail ahead "if wet".... hmmmmmm
The views again were amazing, we climbed and passed the area marked as impassable as if it weren't even there... odd. We crested the mountain that we had been climbing and were treated to a huge view of the basin area we were about to drop into.
We followed the trail down passing grouse and other birds, cows as usual and a strange cowboy with a stuck trailer... kinda' thing. We all were a little baffled and later came to a hypothesis that perhaps they were either "making a porn" (that was my hypothesis) or perhaps were stealing cattle. Either way these strange cowboys with skinny jeans, huge shiny belt buckles and long pencil twisted mustaches, were standing around a stuck truck. Behind the truck was a guy digging (looked like hired labor) and then a pretty hot chick in a cowgirl outfit. Things just didn't add up.
They asked for a tug and Andy decided after a moment of common sense that it was best for us to just move along. After all, we were pretty far out there, things smelled funny, and the last thing we needed to do was break our equipment. This was a commercial grade truck with a large horse trailer and it would probably take three of us together to even budge this truck. So, we kept going.
We eventually made our way down to a spooky camping spot. This was marked on the GPS as a camping spot and it for sure was a great one in the fact that it was sheltered with trees and had a nice flowing stream right beside us. Andrew took care of our 4 legged friend, clive, by tossing sticks over and over into the stream so clive could swim after them and bring them back, ready for another round.
The camp spot was abandoned which is what made it odd. Camping equipment was everywhere. To the point it is as if they just got up and walked out leaving everything behind. So, naturally, we began to hypothesis on what this was. My idea was a meth lab, others agreed. It could of also been a hunting camp, that was the thought of reason from our level headed leader Tom.
Regardless, we set up camp, started a fire and had my best bottle of wine and some eastern style BBQ with cole slaw. Life was good.
