Boonie-bashing with Uncle G

I've gone places in my 4-wheel drive Jeep or Explorer or Scout, but never have I had a trip like today.
Grover took his "Oscar" and we took our "Bigfoot" on a drive up the Rock Creek Road.  Brenda and I have hiked this, but today we went farther, higher, and faster, so I was given views of places I've not seen before, and perspectives new and different of the same views I'm used to seeing.  It was a blast, but I admit; there were places I had to walk, rather than ride, and I'm a moaner, too.

Bigfoot is loaded and ready

Oscar has his own trailer.

starting up the Rock Creek Road

view from the passenger seat of the rubble rock hill that scares us whether we're walking or riding.  Coming down was almost as scary.

Uncle G. coming up the hill behind us

On the way up, I walked several sections like this.  On the way down, they weren't quite as terrifying.

Super squeaky bum time, to quote Dr. Who

Spaceballs, they are everywhere!  

The roads not taken, but they beckon

same view, not as zoomed.  We think that's the Sugar Loaf with the roads on it.

cool black rock area

near the first top, where we can see over to the back-side of the Tobin Ridge

pretty autumn view, looking straight at our Tobin-Bald Eagle side of the canyon

view of Chambers Peak; its the rocky one

still heading up to where we can see Tobin

Jeffery on the big rocks that look right down to our house

Jeffery and Uncle G. look down at home

the peak I call my Sunrise Peak, because it's usually the first to be touched by sun.  It also happens to be the last to catch the sun in the evening, due to the way it sits.

strange boulder near the top of our ride.  what force created the rounded soft indents?

me on a rock with the "backside" behind me.  

Jeffery took me while I was taking a photo of him

us and Bigfoot and Oscar

I drove through the puddle-ditch for a photo

Looking down to Tobin, with the bridges in view.  the little white shine above the bridge in the center is Grover's carport.  Our house would be to the right of that in the trees.

I just love the rocks in our world.

Jeffery drove up this rough spot, but Grover and I decided it was time to turn back and to have lunch where we could look down into the canyon, since the California Zephyr was scheduled to come through today.

this cut log was about 5 ft. in diameter.  See the leaky sap lines?

The Tobin hill that we live at the bottom of, with Bald Eagle Mt. behind it.

I know it's hard to see, but the California Zephyr has just crossed the Tobin Bridge heading up the canyon.  In it are my friends, Brenda and Laurie, who will ride the elegant train all the way to Klamath Falls and then back to Sacramento along the coast route.

Grover tells Jeffery a tall fish tale, or something.

I was trying to leap into the air to make people sick to see me so close to the edge, but the trick didn't work as well as planned.  But, I sure had a GREAT time with my men-folk!

But officer, how could you even tell that it was a beer?

the big gray zone in the center is what Jeffery's friend Roger calls "the Escarpment", and what we think is "the Island" on the maps.

Back down the worst of the rough areas, which, as you can see, was pretty tippy.  Jeffery wished I'd riden along to lean out as a counter-balance.  My tummy hurts.....

Grover takes a different line down the rough place

this is what lay in wait at the bottom and around the bend of that rough spot.

We stopped stopping to take photos and came home, showered, and fell into a nap attack.  Boy what a fun trip.  I think I toned lots of muscles being tense, and I hiked almost 5 miles between the rough places and in exploring the areas we went to, so perhaps that should be my new job.  Take people up the road who want to lose weight while seeing the sights!  Thanks Jeffery!  Thanks Uncle Groovy!  I loved this adventure, and want to do another one in the coming months.