Jeffery and I decided to do a mail-rock-manure run on Wednesday, so we hitched up the trailer to my car, and headed down to the Concow/Yankee Hill area, and then down into Dark Canyon for a day's worth of adventure. We found a few flat rocks worth loading, had a couple of goodly walks, and then stopped to get a load of horse manure from our favorite roadside pile. Good times. Hope I don't bore you with all the photos I'm going to show you. It was such a fabulous world down there.
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| we arrive at the parking zone after leaving our mail at the Yankee Pines post office. |
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| first reflection; above this "pond" the water-way dries up |
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| there's a car down there! |
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| trees lay upside-down on the banks |
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| the high water line is so obvious, and the lowness of the water so worrisone |
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| it is a geological wonderland of different rocks and minerals and strata |
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| looking down the boat ramp towards Lake Oroville, which is a reservoir. |
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| duck!? |
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| quartz crystal mine with human digging in evidence |
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| can you see the quartz? |
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| I'm holding my nose, because if the Lake was full, I'd be under water. Please note the cement post up on the hill above me, so that you will understand the perspectives in the next photo. |
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| same plant on the ground and post on the hill, with Jeffery next to the post. See how far up there it is? |
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| I know what this plant is, but can't recall right at the moment. |
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| further perspective of the same hill view |
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| looking the opposite direction, towards the Lake |
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| art shot of a tree and water |
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| we reach the water's edge at last |
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| shadow man |
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| Jeffery near a wall with the water level clearly shown where the moss-line is |
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| Power tower fashion show |
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| We took a different road and found the tunnels we'd heard were around here. |
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| tiny bridge over a creek |
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| Tunnel #7 |
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| the light at the end of the tunnel! |
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| Tunnel #8, with the light at the end of it, too. |
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| The date says 1960 |
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| Yoda came with us to see the train, but the train never came. |
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| getting a drink from the fountain along-side the road |
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| shadow-play |
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| Time to head home, via the Highway-side horse manure pile. We got over a half a trailer-full! |
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