As I said, some parts of the trail were hard to follow. We knew we were looking for a way to cross the river, but didn't know where... was the 'bridge' supposed to have been here? We didn't even know what to expect in terms of kind of crossing. I spotted tracks going further along the bank. I followed them with my eyes and saw more flags ahead. We were still on the right track.
The 'bridge' turned out to be a downed tree (predictably enough), and that's where the real fun started. The big washed-out section of trail -where you're hiking across a broad, sandy, rocky riverbed/flood zone on which tracks are almost invisible-- made me think about the trail to Sheep Canyon, which I'd hoped to hike this summer. The road to that trailhead was almost undrivable last year; if winter treated that 'road' like it treated the rest of the region, there might not be anything left to drive on. We shall see, I suppose.
I tried to get a pic of Phil in action, crossing the log bridge, but the camera had its own little camera agenda. Here's a rule to live by: technology should not think for itself. How well would we function if our hands had their own brains, which only occasionally -and always imperfectly-- communicated with Brain Central? Gimme a break! What a nightmare.
On this day in 1752, Ben Franklin’s kite was struck by lightning.
In 1801, Tripoli declared war on the U.S. because the U.S. refused to pay tribute.
In 1910, Howlin’ Wolf was born.
In 1922, Judy Garland was born.
In 1976, Margot Swatton's house in Newlyn, Cornwall, was attacked by rooks [ravens] for seven days and nights, beginning on this day. Dive-bombing from trees and powerlines, they returned to their perches dazed and bleeding to launch another attack. They gave up after a neighbour shot one dead.
And in 2008, Rep. Dennis Kucinich introduced articles of impeachment against President George W. Bush. Best news in eight years. Call your congressperson today to urge their support.
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