We’re out in the desert – wandering, poking around piles of granite, looking for signs of the past. We’ve certainly found some signs of the recent past, since there are some dirt tracks leading to the area. In particular, I found a fresh campsite. I know it is fresh because, well … last night’s dinner didn’t go well for somebody and they didn’t even bother concealing the evidence. Yucky!
But now we’ve wandered past all that to a large outcropping. At this point we decided on split duty – one of us going around it each way – and we just met up again at the back end. While gazing across the desert deciding where to head next, I happen to do the sensible thing and gaze up at the rock pile. We’ve both done our due diligence all the way round, except right here where we met back up in a sandy wash down underneath a towering cliff with a high ledge. Good thing these pictographs were large because I could see them from ground level!
It was still a bit early for lunch as we moved on from this site, which I regretted a little later – it sure would have made a comfortable, shady spot to lunch in, compared to where we ended up! We did find a boulder later on that provided shade and decent sitting, and had our lunch there, but this little spot would have been better. It has great views and nice cool shade. We ended up huddled by a boulder where there wasn’t much in the way of views, but in the desert you pick shade over all else.