DAY THREE HUNDRED AND FORTY FIVE
Today I wanted to go and hike an Indian Trail that I discovered this summer that goes from the southern section of the Boo Hoff Trail down toward the Martinez Landslide. I got out there and an equestrian was out exploring the area exactly where I wanted to go and, not wanting to walk through horse manure, I decided to go elsewhere.
Instead of hiking the Indian Trail to the landslide area I just head out across the open desert.
I don't head straight over to the landslide but instead go up a little ridge to the west. On the ridge I see a surveying stake and wonder what it's for.
I think it could be a wilderness marker but right near it I see this little hole and wonder if it's some Indian roasting pit or something.
Hiking along the ridge, I find several more little holes just like the first one I saw.
Some are even surrounded by rocks but I've no idea exactly what they are or why they're here.
I drop down the into the large wash between the ridge and the landslide and head over toward the base of the landslide to see what I might find over there.
There's a small area that has been used to grind some seeds.
There's a little canyon but it yields nothing interesting.
There are so many great, big, cool rocks in this area I'd love to spend more time here until I am able to cover the whole thing.
This rock looks like it got karate chopped by a giant.
Here's another rock with some rubbing spots on the top. I didn't find the trail I was looking for but I did find some other things of interest, just like I always do out here.
There's so much out here to discover that it always puts a smile on your face.