Signs, signs, everywhere signs

Egads, daylight savings is over. There’s snow on the ground and Mammoth Mountain opens this Thursday. No doubt it will be an interesting winter holed up our 600 square foot love shack. Our baby is tucked away in the hangar, safe and sound waiting for us to take her out again. When again is, is anyone’s guess. It may be later than sooner, unless we sneak away for a few days of boon docking in the Alabama Hills. We are looking forward to the ski season and friends visiting.

Here are some sign pictures from 2013.

Black Mountain. The Backyard Ride when we were living in San Diego.

The PCT. Seems like no matter where we live or go, we keep coming across it. Our friend Golightly is going to do the entire hike with his two kids. We have another unnamed friend that likes poaching it on his mountain bike in San Diego County.

I love the dude running up the hill in front of the wave. These signs were all over the Oregon and Northern California coast.

This was the first and only time we’ve seen this sign. I believe it was just outside of Crater Lake National Park.

First time we’ve also seen a bearing tree. It was on BLM Land adjacent to Crater Lake National Park.

Oregon is big on just hammering signs into trees. Same area as the two previous photos.

Carrizo Gorge. RIP Huell Howser. Long live California Gold.

As Woody says, “This Land is your land.” Get out there and explore it! This is the road that runs along the White Mountains.

Little Creek Mesa, Utah. I strongly suggest not going there unless you are with a USMC Lt. Colonel. Many people get lost out, some actually die.

The one and only Gooseberry Mesa.

Spectacular cross country trail outside of Hurricane, Utah.

Remember the movie? Out in Santee there is a series of trails, all with names from the movie.

One of the Blazing Saddle themed trails, right next to Mongo.

Deer Dancer, not Dancing Deer. Mission Trails Regional Park, north of the 52. I don’t know who’s responsible for doing all the new trails that keep popping up in this area, but I’d like to buy the guy a beer.