Went exploring today. Felt like taking pictures. So I fucking did.
I really liked this tree. We didn't get a chance to talk alone as two ancient wizards, but I shall return at a later date to share war stories with him.
"Wait let me put a jacket on before you take a picture!"
A month or so back, we heard rumor that there was This Old Cabin at the end of this weird closed road. At the time, it was covered in a foot of snow at the base, and fuck snow hiking (I'm a California boy, my blood is already freezing moon), so we didn't bother with it at the time. However, today there was only a few patches of the white stuff! So off we went. And didn't find a cabin. But I think this is where it used to be. We found 4 pieces of wood that looked semi-structural...
...and this little booger was found near the site. We could only conclude that his charred remains were directly responsible for the destruction of this
might've been cabin.
This part was AMAZING. Our run was from high elevation mountains to mid-elevation desert. And halfway between was this really cool juxtaposition of desert flora with the typical mountain variety. Yucca trees were interspersed with pine, it was an awesome transition line for a brief but striking moment in our journey.
Total fucking pinkage.
Thought someone left their lunch in a tree. As it turned out, it was a
living journal where various travelers wrote down brief findings of nature in the wee booklet using the pens left behind. Also some candy and coupons, hooray! I now regret not signing my contribution from SLAYER SMITH like I used to in high school year books my sophomore year.
I think I'm allergic to whatever this red shit is.
This is a picture of the nature.