I spend the night in the lee of a Bristle Cone Pine just a hundred yards from the top. There is a level spot on the peak but I'm old enough that I have to get up in the wee hours to wee and I could just see me taking a step in the wrong direction. NO! I like this tree!
Torching off ol' Bubble Butt for my morning tea and oatmeal.
And then I take the time to make a chalk drawing of my Death Valley view. The smoke from the large forest fires near Yosemite and Los Angeles make everything hazy.
I'm uneasy with narrow, loose rock on steep slopes. I tend to lean towards the uphill side which is exactly the wrong thing to do but, I make it!
Home Sweet Home!
The following morning I leave early. I have in mind rewarding myself with Eggs Benedict at Pamanint Springs Resort.
Down past the charcoal kilns.
Down past the Skidoo Pipeline. (Click to read.)