Desert Expedition 2011 - Part 1 (1)
Desert Expedition 2011
Part 1 – Bullhead City to Barstow via The Mojave Road
Wow! What a trip! 5347 miles, 986 photographs, and memories to last a lifetime.
The expedition started on a dreary Monday morning, after an uneventful 2 1/3 day drive across the country to Bullhead City, Arizona. There, I met my Dad, Ted (Tbars4) and Harley (his dog.) We stocked up on provisions at the local grocery store, snapped a few pictures, then headed to the Avi Casino, the official meeting place for this adventure.
At the casino, we met up with Brian (Brian1) and his Dad, Sean (Ritsui) and Rachael (Khiori), and Michael (mjmcdowell). My Dad and I have wheeled with Brian and his Dad several times before (in Colorado). Ted also knew Brian, as well as Sean and Rachael. The only contact any us of had with Michael was on Expedition Portal. He drove all the way to California from New York – without knowing any of us! Was he in for a surprise!
After hellos, introductions and few quick pictures, we were off! The adventure had begun!
First stop – air down. Even though I was the one who put this expedition together, I didn’t feel the need to be the trail leader for the entire trip. Seeing as Brian had run The Mojave Road last year (and I hadn’t run it since 1988) and had the map with waypoints in his GPS, I suggested he lead. I brought up the rear (which was great, as I could stop and take as many pictures as I wanted!)
Not too long after the start of the Road, we stopped to see some petroglyphs. It is amazing to me that these markings on the rocks have withstood the test of time, and remained intact for all these years. I must say, it was/is a very interesting way to communicate.
As we went on down the road, I stopped many times, taking pictures, and
absorbing the vastness of it all. Fortunately, the clouds from the morning had broken up, and we had a beautiful blue sky with white, puffy clouds.
I had to stop for a flex shot…
Next stop was Fort Piute, built in 1867. While only used for six months, it was very well constructed. Its walls remained standing into the 1930s.
Next was the school bus and penny can.
In 2008, a monument was erected in remembrance of the Nevada Southern Railway. Once again, we were reminded of the hard times/work of 100 years ago.
Late in the afternoon, as were debating about where to camp for the night, the weather changed – significantly. The wind picked up speed, and lost temperature. It even acquired some moisture – in the form of snowflakes! For about 20 minutes, we got snowed on by these huge snowflakes. Even though the snow melted on contact with the ground, the cold temperature stayed.
We made camp in a clearing, in front of an old, stone house. Seeing as the building had a fence around it, no one ventured inside. The wind slowed, allowing us to set up camp and eat dinner. It was still cold, but I set up my (brand new, first time use) shower shelter. Not sure if I was going to take a shower, it was also good for the portable toilet.
Dinner was finished as the sun was setting. The night sky brought with it colder temperatures. Everyone crawled in their sleeping bags – no stories around the fire tonight.
I have owned my truck for 17 years, and it has carried the camper shell for 11 years – but I have never slept in it. I have always used a tent. On this trip, I had my tent, but planned to sleep in the truck on the new sleeping platform I just built. So, first night sleeping in the truck, and it’s 30 degrees outside! (Actually, it was probably warmer in the truck than in a tent.)
The wind blew most of the night. I woke up around 2:00 in the morning, to a really strong wind. I thought I should check on our gear outside the truck – it was windy enough, that I was concerned. Good thing I looked! The shower enclosure was lying on its side – the wind blew hard enough to pull the stakes out of the ground. Now the realization hits that I have to go outside, disassemble it, and put it in the truck – or, it will probably be blown across the desert floor. Did I mention it was cold outside – and I was nice and warm in my sleeping bag?
Once I got dressed and out of the truck, it wasn’t that bad outside. The wind had slowed, and there were absolutely no clouds in the sky. It was a beautiful, clear, crisp night sky. Couldn’t ask for anything better.
Here’s a view of “home”, the morning after the first night. It’s actually roomier than it looks.