Remnants of Marshall South's house on Ghost Mountain.
Thursday, July 5
us watching brian climb
see that little green dot above Ashley's head? That's Brian, trying to climb down towards the opening of a cave. He's nuts.
large footprint
tis in Footprint Canyon. After a rain, the entire floor is mud, and this long walkway still shows the prints of anyone who walked there after the last rain.
This is a huge footprint, made from someone jumping in with one foot.
This is a huge footprint, made from someone jumping in with one foot.
Tuesday, July 3
Brian
This is Brian. He was telling us a funny story, and didn't realize that we weren't laughing at the story, we were laughing because he kept running his sooty hands over his face and hair.
Fr. David reading
This is Fr. David, reading to us by the campfire. He read from The Mad Scientists' Club, one of my all-time favorite books. We read the Sea Monster of Strawberry Lake, and the one where they try to make Harmon Muldoon's gang think a house is haunted.
Hills
These are just down the road from the campsite. If you were to walk into this picture, and over the small hill at the bottom of the frame, you'd dead-end at Plunge Pool.
Mt. Sinai
See the peak on the left? That was just across the road for us. I began calling it Mount Sinai.
Morning light
Morning light on the hills. After a freezing, sleepless night the first night, I woke up before everyone else, and just stared up at the sky for a few hours.
Plunge Pool
This is the entrance to Plunge Pool. You weave through this high-ceilinged narrow passage for a few yards, then it opens up into a cavern that can comfortably hold several people.
Clouds
This was in the morning, when clouds were drifting across the sky. It was actually brighter than this, but my camera didn't quite capture it.
Ashleylight
This is Ashley, walking through one of the canyons. The warm-colored walls would catch and reflect the light, creating this golden atmosphere.
Good morning!
This is Ashley, eating a banana and looking cute. Behind her, you can see the hills that surrounded our campsite.
Cave Entrance
Here's Father David and Brian heading into another cavern. It's hard to believe that caves this size are just made from mud!
Cave
Sorry for the blurriness here. I was perched on a rockslide near the roof of the cave, looking down at Fr. David and Ashley.
the view
This is the view that greeted us after scrabbling up through one of the caves (Footprint Canyon, I think)
You can see why it's called the Borrego Badlands.
You can see why it's called the Borrego Badlands.
keyhole
This odd cave opening was in a mud wall above and behind our campsite. There was no way to get up there, so we don't know how big that cave might be.
cirith ungol
Seriously, don't these look like the steps of Cirith Ungol?
That's Fr. DAvid and Brian up top there. None of us girls wanted to rick our necks climbing up there.
That's Fr. DAvid and Brian up top there. None of us girls wanted to rick our necks climbing up there.
Moon light
This was a moonrise, viewed from a small vale in the hills above the mud caves. The pink streak is the trail of a jet going by.
Monday, July 2
This is depressing. I went to the bookstore the other day, scoping out the current state of Young Adult novels.
It's disgusting. The vast majority of it (with the important exception of sci-fi/fantasy) is over-sexualized, immature, selfish, and preachy. Blech. No wonder young people don't want to read, if this crap is all they have to choose from.
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