Day Thirty Eight
Today's hike was not meant to be a moonlight hike, that's just how it turned out. I headed south toward the Salton Sea looking for an old Indian Trail with some great rock art that I'd been on about fifteen years ago. Do I remember where it is? Sorta.
I drive through some vineyards and park the Jeep here. As an afterthought, I grabbed the Jeep's GPS, marked the location and put it in my pocket. It's a good thing I did.
I wander up the alluvial fan, going cross country, hoping I run into something interesting.
I don't have to hike more than ten minutes until I hit a trail. It's not THE trail but it'll do.
There are a few petroglyphs along the trail, not THE petroglyphs I'm looking for but...
It doesn't take much imagination to figure out this represents.
I lose the trail when it drops into a little wash and go back to wandering cross country until I hit.....
From the road I am able to locate THE trail I'm really looking for. It's getting dark but I know I'm not too far from THE petroglyphs so I keep going.
Here they are. This is a nice little section of rock art located in the middle of nowhere. I have tried to figure out why here, but cannot conceive the reason someone decided to create a museum in the middle of this alluvial plain. There are tons of pictures and I know I'll have to come back during the day sometime.
I don't have a flashlight, only the light of my cellphone but I don't need it. The moon is bright enough that I can follow the trail until I hit the road. I play it safe and decide to follow it rather than going cross country in the pale moonlight. The Jeep is about two miles away. Good thing I brought that GPS. I am within two hundred feet of the Jeep before I see it there shining in the moonlight. It never looked better. I fire it up and negotiate my way back to a real road but not before I say thanks to the moon for its light and telling it goodnight.
I have posted more pictures on my Flikr account. Find them here.