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On our way~ |
We planned a long exploratory ride for our final one... It felt almost bittersweet, as I saddled Farah for the ride. It's hard to describe how amazing it feels when riding in country so different from any I've experienced. Farah was forward all week & interested in our surroundings from the first ride.
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The climb was deceptive~ |
Heading north, it wasn't long & we were climbing, climbing...
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Looking back at Pioneertown~ |
The last opportunity to look back in both time & place - at the consummate
Western town... Once we crested the bluff - the view was like something out of a cowboy movie!
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Black Hill on the right, 4,630 ft. |
The topography here reminded me a little of parts of Wyoming - just not as high in elevation.
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Patty & Freebie head over the edge~ |
As the trail dropped over the edge, it was heavy with small pieces of broken Basalt & not easy going. The wind was blowing our direction & the next obstacle was a large pile of
tumbleweeds... that had been caught up against the face of the wall. The trail here suddenly narrowed & was totally obscured under about 3ft. of the weeds. I dismounted & started swatting them off the side with my stick :-) In just a few feet - the trail widened again to a two-track that soon ended at a turn-around.
When I rode over to the edge to see if there was a possible way down - Farah - took the opportunity to 180 from a standstill - leaving me
hanging from the off-side. Patty said all she could see of me was my foot on the bucking roll & was waiting to see me hit the ground. Since Farah Did Not Move a Muscle... I grabbed mane & managed to pull myself back into the saddle. She was not as happy as usual this ride, I'd purchased a snaffle in town - about the
only bit in town - & it was slightly small. Nevertheless - No excuse for that behavior!
As we turned back - I decided to walk down & try to keep my
stretched ACL from locking up. The view of Pipes Canyon was stunning. At the bottom, we found the building that looked like a small jail - that our neighbors had mentioned to Patty & followed their prints along a large wash.
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We head east~ |
Before too far, we saw the bright green of healthy Joshua Trees!
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Farah expresses her displeasure with the bit~ |
Of course it was another photo op! :-) At that point, we could either follow the miles of sandy wash, or turn east & take another trail through the rocks. The rocks sounded like the better way to end our last ride.
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Northern end of the boulder field |
The blue of the flowers was such a contrast to the stark black & white of the burned pines... Surreal, the levels of environmental change that are happening - the changes in plant communities - forever altering a landscape that had been changeless for generations...
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Hole in the Rock |
It was a real treat to look up & see this amazing formation! Since these trails have been closed for over ten-years - & there are on-going threats to close them again to horsemen - I feel very lucky indeed to have had the opportunity to ride here.
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Town from the east! |
It was late in the day by the time we again saw town in the distance. The day had gone fast & even if this ride wasn't as spectacular as our "Rim" ride, it had as it's own special beauty.
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A new flower for this day! |
As we started down out of the rocks, it was so beautiful to watch the clouds over the mountains as the light dimmed in the sky above. (During the day - the brightness, even with a
Salamander Beak &
Maui Jim's sunglasses was very white & strong.)
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John greets us from his saddle shop~ |
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We rode into town." How often do today's horsemen get to say that?! :-) We'd been strangers in town, but during our stay - we'd met some really fine people. John was a wonderful help in getting us settled in. Jake, I met shortly after he was thrown from his horse & took a very hard blow to the back of his head - knocking him out. Once he'd recovered, he came over to introduce himself & admire my mare :-) The very next day - he lead a group of riders out on the "Rim Loop " ride! He gave me a rare copy of a map of the National Park, made by locals for locals. Maybe someday Butch & I will visit & ride some of those trails!
A huge
THANK YOU to Patty for letting me accompany her, on vacation to a special place - that she was kind enough to share with me~