Lancaster to Mojave

Monday The Night Hike 2.0-

After the relaxation at the South's, Joe drove us to the trail Monday evening. An all-too quick goodbye was followed by 16 miles of full moon hiking along the Los Angeles Aqueduct until 2 am with Cactus and Blackfoot. The sunset and moon rise coincided for some serious beauty. Unfortunately, our camera is so busted up, we don't know if we got a good shot of either. Three important notes from that night:

1. A team song was composed early on:
"Deep in the bowels of the Mojave desert roamed a foursome that was fearsome and true,
Walkin past the setting sun,
Through the fields they were havin' fun
Puttin in the miles is what they do."

2. We saw one infamously deadly Mojave Green Rattlesnake. Get bit by one of those, you've got 1 hour. Our sighting was on the road paralleling the aqueduct and he was right in my path. We soon figured out that his odd movements suggested he might have earlier been hit by a car and was not entirely healthy. An injured snake also means he wouldn't chase us, as they are rumored to do.

3. A few hours later, Blackfoot almost stepped on a scorpion and then we caught it in our headlamps and got good closeup looks. It was yellowish, and Cactus says those are the deadlier ones. Awesome!

Tuesday- A Nero At the Bridge

At 2 am Tuesday, we arrived at Cottonwood creek bridge and water faucet, the only guaranteed water and shade for 20 miles. Planning on 100 degrees during the day, we sat around under the bridge reading, eating and moving our sleeping pads as the shade moved with the sun until 5:30 pm. But for reuniting with Indiana Red and Slo-jo and the cheap thermometer Cactus carries reporting 115 degrees on the ground, it was quite boring. Eventually we packed up and hoped to do another 14-16 miles. And were we wrong.

Ascending into the Tehachapi mountains east of the grapevine, we hiked about 5.5 miles before our dreams were dashed against the hillside with huge 50 mph winds. Both Jane and I had our glasses blown off (mine were nearly lost as they had blown 15 feet up the hillside). Small rocks and sand would pelt our faces in the gusts. And it was getting dark fast. The winds began in a burned area where dirt bikers are known to make hundreds of trails. So, we lost our way as we crossed a road. We climbed to the top of the hill, knowing that on the other side would be a steep descent into a canyon. At the top of this hill, it was impossible to see without flashlights anymore, the wind was stronger, and we all shouted in agreement that we needed to go back. The sweet beckoning of Indiana Red and Slo-jo's (IRSJ) headlamps in the distance showed us where we really wanted to be. From the hilltop, we assumed we could find a wind-free spot in the canyon.

Wrong. After backtracking to the road and finding the true trail, we made it down to IRSJ only to have them announce the wind had torn open their tent and they would be cowboy camping. Since they have the same brand of tent as we do, we knew it would be a tent-less night for us as well. As IRSJ unloaded their broken tent, Indiana Red took his foot off his sleeping pad and it blew away. After he realized this he started walking downhill in a vain search. At the point when he'd nearly lost all hope because he'd already walked 50 yards from camp, the pad blew right past his head and he managed to catch it just a few feet further.

We bedded down as quickly as possible, burrowing deep into our bags and cinching the opening as tightly as possible.

Wednesday- Worse than Baden-Powell

Imagine trying to sleep with the wind howling and sand blowing into your face every time you try to poke your head out of your sleeping bag to escape the impressive warmth inside the bag. Then, wake up and the wind is still blowing so hard your hands freeze while packing up.

Once you get your pack on, you discover a burn zone around every hill. And yes, the trail is sand, the trail you can see anyway. It is the Mojave desert after all. Now take those winds, combine it with sand, and what do you get? Occasional facial exfoliation for free.

Hike through that until you reach a 1600 foot climb along a mountainside totally exposed to the wind and the wind gets stronger the higher you get. Now walking in 60+ mph is difficult, but then again, you also have a sail attached to your back. We were getting blown all over the place, barely keeping out footing. Without poles, we would have fallen or worse countless times.

Now, imagine that you think this wind will end once you get to the top of this hill. You're wrong again. Save for about a mile of walking, this wind persists for the other 16 miles. Oh, and one more thing. For the last two miles or so, you get to walk through tons of horse poo on the trail.

With the winds all over the state right now, you might be able to imagine how windy it was. But the misery, oh, you've just got to live it.

And that's why we took a zero day. Next stop, Walker Pass and maybe Onyx or Lake Isabella, or maybe, we'll go all the way (144 miles) to Kennedy Meadows. We just don't know yet.


Erik said…
Very vivid post! You deserved to go see Indiana Jones after that adventure. Although I can imagine that the movie seemed less thrilling after you'd just experienced a few days of your own spills and thrills. said…
It can now be confirmed:you guys are certifiable LOONIES for being out in those horrible conditions!Or is this just a way to be really thankful when you return to the bland existence at LOPC?? Mike M.
Tanya said…
Again, thanks for keeping us posted! These posts are quite scary for us to read sometimes, but we are glad you are both okay. We miss you guys!

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