I drove out of town on a gorgeous morning. The sun lit up clouds that told of a storm off the coast. Luckily the storm would bypass San Diego but unfortunately for Josh it was headed right for his destination in the Sierra. I used the inclement weather to my advantage and asked if he wanted to accompany me to Anza Borrego. With two trucks we could go further and on more difficult terrain than we might feel comfortable doing solo.
He agreed and we headed east with trucks full of water and supplies
Our first destination was way out on a dirt road that is sketchy at best and I felt much more comfortable navigating it knowing we could pull each other out if need be. We arrived at the trailhead around 9am and the journey had given me new confidence in my truck and its abilities.
The sun was hot on our skin while the air was cool, making things kind of uncomfortable; if you stood in the shade you were cold, but in the sun you were sweaty. Right off the bat we noticed signs of immigrant travels in the form of water caches and discarded clothing. I tried to imagine what fresh hell this canyon would be without adequate supplies as a weary immigrant, not to mention the bummer of enduring the gnarly bushwhack only to get caught by border patrol on the highway. It just sounds like a rough trip, regardless of your politics.
As a well equipped hiker though, this canyon was intensely beautiful! I scanned the rocky mountains for signs of bighorn but was only lucky enough to spot a couple of hawks hanging on the currents.
We continued poking around the canyon we came to a good bit of water in the creek. It was flowing slowly but there was still a lot of algae coating the surface where the stream became tangled in the rocks.
After climbing around for a long time we finally found the cave I was looking for and it was everything I thought it would be and more! The vibe was palpable and the pictographs vibrant and moody. I sat for a long time taking them in and taking a gazzilion photos which I'll post below. What a real treat this place is and that is why I'm not going to tell anyone where it is! If you do happen to find it, I hope you don't tell anyone either.
After a while Josh and I took to exploring the labyrinth within the cave system. There were so many awesome shelters and potential places where pictographs may exist. We took photos of the rock to load into the Dstretch program in hopes it will show us images our eyes were unable to detect.
I loved seeing these seedlings growing in the recesses of this cave. With only a tiny bit of soil and sun they found it hospitable enough to lay down roots. Nature is amazing.
In the areas surrounding the cave system we spotted morteros and a yoni.
After thoroughly exploring the area we decided to head deeper into the desert.
We traversed the sludgy creek which I named the bog of eternal stench and tried to avoid getting the bugs surrounding it in our mouths.
As the walls narrowed the canyon got hotter. We passed a small cave and decided to take advantage of its shade for a break. While looking around for potential Kumeyaay artifacts Josh spotted some trash. I pulled it out from behind a rock so we could pack it out and realized it was more evidence of immigrant travels. The bottles had been left there very recently and I felt grateful I was not alone. I'm not judgmental of the immigrants in the least but I am cautious of the coyotes that guide them because sometimes they are armed. Really, I guess I'm cautious of anyone who has undergone such a strenuous trip. You just don't know what kind of situation they're in, maybe they're fine and will just breeze right by or maybe they're near the edge and desperate. I imagine if I was out here, desperate for water, food or supplies and happened upon a solo hiker I would definitely size them up. Maybe my homicide investigator father has just made me paranoid, I dunno. Either way, I was glad Josh was here, I miss being around him but don't tell him that, well just keep with the bodyguard story for now.
We hiked as far as we could before the canyon was choked with catclaw. Josh had found a tick on his thigh during a break which made us overly cautious about the brush so we decided to turn back. Next time long pants and sleeves will be mandatory.
On the way toward the trail head we marveled at how green everything was! We found quite a bit of Sahara Mustard, which I googled when I got home and saw that we had also seen a type of stink bug that is an invasive species on our hike. I guess this invasive stink bug feeds on the invasive plant! I don't know why but it tickles me that we saw both!
Once back at the truck we ate some snacks and scanned the hills for signs of life. I brought a jar of pickles in an ice chest for our car camping adventure and it turned out to be a marvelous treat! If theres one thing I learned from the PCT its that salt is my friend on sweaty desert hikes. We packed up as the sun neared the horizon and headed east toward camp to plan the next days adventure.
We set up next to a spring and I made trail pizza which we ate with ice cold 7up spiked with vodka while listening to Bob Marley and the sounds of croaking frogs echo against the hills. I love car camping and I love Anza Borrego and I love...well, that's enough love for now.