There’s still more stories from Lone Rock. Randy pulled numerous dumbasses out of the sand. The membership in the club grew quickly. Wednesday afternoon we were relaxing around camp when Amelia spotted an Airstream heading for the trap. She sprang into action, jumped into the Tundra, put it in 4×4, and hauled ass to the Airstream to give them the warning. That’s how we met Kelly and Mike. This will come as no surprise to anyone reading this but, Amelia and Kelly became fast friends. There’s something about owning an Airstream. It’s like a gravitational pull. Airstream owners always flash their lights and wave to each other, and will often stop to just chat, with or without their Airstream.
Lone Rock is an OHV area. On Monday and Tuesday traffic was light, Wednesday things were picking up. Thursday the place was quickly becoming Glamis East. 4x4s, quads, and motorcycles were racing up and down the beach, so we packed up, said our goodbyes to Randy and left Mike and Kelly a note since they were out and about. We hightailed it out of there. Destination: the Gravel Pit.
I was rolling the dice a little without cell phone reception but, figured the odds were in my favor since the next day was Friday.
The Gravel Pit is less than an hour west but, puts us that much closer to Buckskin Gulch, the longest and deepest slot in the Southwest. Buckskin was a must do on this trip. As we were settling in, Mike and Kelly, while out and about, spotted our Airstream and pulled in to say hi (gravitational pull). We informed them of the changes at Lone Rock. Their response was we’ll see you in a few hours, if you don’t mind us camping with you. I’m thinking heck yes, come camp with us, this will give R and Amelia someone to talk to.
We all had a great time hanging out together and hiking. Kelly recently finished a two-month dog training course in New York. She had great tips and spent a lot of time with Amelia helping to train Sara.
Buckskin Gulch was beyond amazing. We barely scratched the surface, only doing the first 4.5 miles. There were tight passages almost a mile long, then all of sudden the slot opened up to a canyon with sheer walls then quickly back to a slot. To do the entire 21 mile hike typically takes two days and some canyoneering skills.
Up next, Hurricane, Utah.
Chuckled at the Airstream brotherhood. When my brother had a Corvette, it was the same thing…instant bond…stronger than being a blood relative. After the Apocalypse, can I hang out in your shiny bomb shelter in your Airstream Village? I’ll wax and buff the outside of it for food…
Really enjoying the pictures and commentary. Looks like you are having so much fun.
Interesting blog. You meet a lot of interesting people on your trips.
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Amazing pictures. Just so beautiful and love reading about your adventures!
As usual, I am in AWE!
Excellent narrative and beautiful pictures. Thanks for sharing.
Best post by you so far, G-ter! Photos are awesome, like from a travel magazine or something! I’m so envious!! Be safe and keep enjoying the great outdoors! We missed you in Mammoth on Fishmas Eve 2014.
Love, Eva
These Mike & Kelly people sound pretty cool 😉 We are so glad we met you guys! and R too!
Gravitational pull sounds so much better than leeches. I’m confident that our paths will cross again. Oh, our new fancy chairs just came it!
I LOVE THIS!! The pictures are gorgeous and the commentary priceless! THANKS for taking me along…virtually!
Mama Jean
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