Friday, December 23, 2011

On the Mountain

For once I'm off before it's dusk.  With all the rain the roads are deeply rutted.  I decide not to put the truck through such trial, to drive not too far in and leave more time for hiking.

We're off on the first part of the hike.

Ty is approaching the old embers of a fire I made perhaps four years ago.  At that time I was posing for a self-portrait when and ember from the fire jumped onto my pants and burned me as I waited for the shutter to go off.  It left a hole in my pant leg.  I'm wearing those same pants on this hike.

Ty and Mak explore a declivity in the rock ledge.  It's composite sedimentary rock known as "conglomerate."

Ty sniffs a spider web ensconced in a corner of a large chunk of quartz embedded in the conglomerate.

This mountain has many ledges and overhangs making it a fascinating place to explore.  How many millenia have humans sheltered under these nooks?

The dogs explore someone's abandoned camp.

We are on the edge of a precipice with views to the west.

Another foul and abandoned camp.  No telling whom you might meet out here... like something out of Mark Twain, or Cormac McCarthy.

Had to crop Mak's derriere out of this one.

Father & Son(s).

This is Ontario's Marine Raider SP-10, one of their largest Bowies.  It's of higher quality than some of my others.  Out of the box it was razor sharp, a rarity, and it's point is amazing, so fine and sharp you could use it to remove splinters.

By the time we arrived back at the truck, we'd hiked more than two hours.  I "photoshopped" this to brighten it but had the ISO at 400 for 8 seconds.  In real life it was considerably darker than it looks.  I toyed with the idea of a campfire but given that the woods were soaked from last night's downpour, sat for a cigar to decide.  It began to sleet making the decision simple.  I'm glad I hadn't already begun splitting shavings and tinder because then, out of tenacity, I probably would've stayed.

The descent is easier than uphill and, again, the photo doesn't do it justice.  It was very slow rock crawling with the truck dropping in large lurches from boulder to crevice.

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