I was late to the Monday F/R because I was writing crap on some blog and had to stop by the gasoline store so I’d be able to get up St. Louis without running dry. The crew was sparse – only Ckucke, JT and me, but Pappy swung by the parking lot to make some conversation on his way home to an inconsolably crying child.
It was barely twilight when we got up to the top, but it was nice and cool. We geared up and rode up to the park. The weekend rains were all but dried out, so we dropped down through upper and lower dumps, then climbed up agave and did the normal trail out. Conditions were loose and dusty, especially in the open areas around the hammock-tree and the burnt-out area. Continue reading ‘Land of Salt and Torment’