Got into this makeshift camp a tiny bit past 11pm trying to make it as far into Sierra City as I could. That day I did about 38 miles. When I am looking for a place to take a break or to camp for the night, I try to listen to the landscape and get a feel for what IT wants... which of ITS features it hopes to catch my senses with. Tromping through the dark with a weak headlamp lighting the way, the remains of this old log cabin with metal relics scattered around was exactly the kind of spot I was hoping for. No ghosts to keep me up at night, or if there were I was too tired to notice. = )
Bambi, a GIANT fish, a logging truck with no one driving it... this Sierra County is quite the interesting scene.
Hiker with a pool cue. Also interesting. This in front of the little store.
And the variety of pine cones keeps growing.
Is it on tap?
Chronicles of the Wayward MootWELCOME TO THE MOOT, oh world-wanderers and word-whisperers. After two years of Peace Corps. After 2,200 miles on the Pacific Crest Trail. What. Comes. Next? |
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