Looking for our Horizon Event, not to be confused with the Event Horizon which is associated with black holes. It was clear that to find the Horizon Event we'd have to head back to a place I camped for a few days on my last solo trip out.
A weather check showed the possibility of rotten weather with a small chance of a couple of partly cloudy days. We've learned many years ago when going camping in Anza Borrego from our home in Fullerton California that if it was raining at the time of departure...to keep going. Most friends would drop out and not go but we always went after so much work to get ready, and were always rewarded with gorgeous skies and a great time. This was no different as we drove through Jordan Valley, Oregon while it intermintenly snowed and rained. I was a bit upset since this was our only chance to go camping any time soon and I almost did the unthinkable, turned around to go home. Truly, I almost forgot a valuable lesson and gave up. Since we were about 30 miles from the turn-off I went on, knowing just knowing we were about to hit muddy roads and a rotten time.
It was the exact same place I camped after Christmas at the very end of a dirt road, but now I've gone back to take my wife. It works one of two ways at times. Either we go to a place and she doesn't want to make a tough climb or extensive hike so I go back later alone, or I go alone to begin with and find neat places I'd like her to see. Walla.
It was mid-afternoon so we went rock hounding. I was on the look for some Owyhee blue opal but not sure it could be found in this area. Look, it's just another excuse to go camping right? As if we need another excuse. At least if we don't find the rocks we found the hounds.
Maybe not a great picture to show but fascinating just the same. Called pellets, it is the indigestible parts of animals eaten then hacked up through the mouth of birds of prey. I guess we can say birds have it coming and going. Anywho, yes I did pick it up and examine to see the intact spine of a small mammal that was eaten and later thrown up, vertebrae still intact.
Little Bailey is now blind, yet somehow she gets around. It was amazing to watch her follow Lynn's footsteps and at times get stymied by a sagebrush in the tight brush and work her way around it. I sat down on a rock outcropping in a picture above, she ran up to me, falling ass over teakettle and me too as I jumped to grab her. My wife ended up putting leashes on us both...no pictures.
Heading back to the truck, in between gusts of wind we could hear...frogs. Their sounds were coming from this small pond that must annually leave enough water for them to mate and hatch tadpoles year after year before drying up making the desert toads burrow until the next rain.
We also found this earth baby out for a walk. Surprising since they mainly burrow also. As a kid I tried raising a few of them together in a dirt aquarium. They ate each other with only one remaining, nasty little buggers. Their defensive posture is on their back protecting with those big ol pinchers.