The great chefs of the west
On Sunday Mom was feeling much, much better but the weather was still not great - windy with a significant chance of rain. Here's some pics from the day around camp.
Dad & Jake
Dad & Mom
Just a neat campsite - notice the picnic table
between the two rocks.
Dad, Mom & Jake
Small hole in the rock
We finally caught the visitor center when it was open and found out that there is a trail to the top of Table Mountain, just behind the park (of course I don't have one photo of said mountain) so Bryan strong-armed me and Dad to go at least part way with him. Let me tell you, distances on hand-drawn maps are very, very deceiving. Dad & I made it to the stock pond - I guess it was probably only a couple miles but it seemed like forever. Bryan ventured on (even though he couldn't find the trail) and made it quite a ways up Table Mountain, but the weather quickly deteriorated and he headed back to camp too. Dad, the dogs & I were already halfway there. YIKES! The wind was brutal cold and it was starting to rain and sleet some. Bryan caught up with us and we all made it back just before the bottom fell out and the rains came. Whew... but its a goal we'd like to finish sometime. Below is a photo Bryan took before heading back down the mountain.
View from Table Mountain...
1 comment:
Raymona - I have thoroughly enjoyed every installment of your City of Rocks pictures. Haven't been there in many years - we went there when our kids were little, so that would have been in the 1970s. Wonderful place.
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