Took a short trip to Mars and came back. Have some info to report. There is life. I saw a rabbit with a black tail. I don't want to get too technical here but it was a hanging tail like a dog, not a cotton ball. It could walk on all fours and was pretty jacked. Some sort of hybrid I suppose. I also saw a baby rattlesnake. Nearly stepped on it, but I was able to hop away.
This was my second trip here. The first time I got a bit turned around and off trail. I knew that wasn't going to happen again, but I still wanted to give myself extra time. I hit the trail at 3 am. I promptly take a right turn. I continue to follow my instincts all the way until the wash I'm in drops off into oblivion. But the surroundings look familiar. After a bunch of bouncing back and forth and deciding, yes, there's probably an easier way than to go through oblivion, I finally accept I must have done it again. I got off on the wrong stop. I turn around and go all the way back to the trailhead.
I restart about 45 mins later. I clearly see where I made my mistake for a second time. Since I'm still the first one on the trail that day, anyone that was behind me can thank me for clearing out all the spiderwebs. I'm wearing my new web necklace as I start down a steep section. When my feet slide out from underneath me, I instinctively grab a cactus. Don't recommend it.
I finally get here a couple of hours later. It's kind of dark. It's kind of damp. It's cold. It smells funky. There's giant moths flying around. There's no where to sit. And when I put my bag down on the one dry spot and walk away for five minutes, there's two crows digging in my backpack after unzipping a couple of compartments. It's one of my favorite places on earth. I can't wait to go back. And there's no way I'm getting lost again.
"There's a car but no one is here?" "What if he's dead?" Some of the questions I overheard from an arriving couple as I apparently was in hiding. Whatever. I was alive and eating soup. But it was getting seriously windy. As I was scarfing down my dinner, the couple that thought I was dead ran into me. They asked if I was planning on sticking around. They had seen a rattlesnake booking it up a ways. Yup. I was leaving soon. If a rattlesnake was aborting its home, I was leaving too.
I grabbed my chair and soup can in one hand, put my backpack on, and clutched my tripod with camera attached in the other hand. All the while I held my spoon in my mouth. As I flailed around trying to get back to my car, my chair turned into a parachute, whipping me every which way. I still needed to get my keys out of my pocket, so I body-slammed my chair and stomped on it while I let the soup can roll for a second until I smashed that with my other foot. I was kicking ass. With everything under control I took the chance to dissemble my chair. In doing so I pulled hard on a sticky chair leg and aimed this task directly at my mouth. Well, once it ultimately came loose, it hit the spoon I had forgot about. Ouch. Luckily I didn't didn't chip anything.
When I made it safely back to the driver's seat, some massive wind gusts literally shook my car back and forth. Some thoughts passed through my mind. If I had taken any longer to eat my soup, that soup would've splashed straight into my face. Dodged a bullet there. I also started wondering about the whereabouts of the other couple. They were no where to be seen. Maybe they got blown off a cliff? I put the key into the ignition and got outta there.