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... from all this that I may have "done him in" and am using a cardboard cutout as a stand-in for photos, or even a propped up stiff -"Weekend At Bernie's" style. So, in my defense, this post will be authored by Shane himself. You be the judge of its authenticity.
October 31- November 10
To squash the rumor I may no longer exist (similar to the popular 1960's rumor, "Paul McCartney of the Beatles ...
... the truck without the camper at times)
We left Oregon and entered California hitting Crescent City first. We noticed right away a culture change, and in subsequent city encounters on the coast it held true. California coastal cities, even small ones, are much more urbanized and I felt an immediate shift in my intuitive sense of safety. Shady characters abound. That said, the little cities offered some interesting shops - especially ...
... to see sand in the desert, but everywhere else was rock and then suddenly beautiful sand dunes due to a "sand trap" phenomena. And lastly Darwin Falls - a waterfall in the desert - who would of thunk it! Initially I didn't believe Josh and though we would find the fall was not running, but he'd overheard someone in the Visitors Centre, so we took the risk drove 2 miles on a dirt road, then and hiked another mile and half (guess), scrambled over rocks and finally found ourselves ...
... not feeling the fulness of it because we weren't complete as a group.
All morning we had noted wet and cold clouds that were rolling up through the valleys and heading toward the peaks. Selfishly, we couldn't help but feel lucky / gratitude that this weather was coming in while we were heading out. Once we off loaded our packs at the end of the trail we noticed some droplets of rain here and there. Not too long after we arrived, Craig came ...
... you had input in a decision.
The speedier and the stronger went ahead of us for the last mile and 1/2 to get camp set-up started and as the sun was getting frighteningly low, Heather, Jody and I pressed slowly yet steadily on and finally arrived at camp at Center Basin Creek (10,400 ft.).
There was a communal relief and some humor circulating, but personally I was completely taxed, disheveled and having difficulty managing tent task ...