Salutations explorers!
This post is a continuation of my previous post, Misty Eye of the Mountain. Please check it out first before jumping into this story. (-:
With a phenomenal expedition under my belt, I headed down the mountain to go check out another precariously perched abandoned cabin. The journey to this new location was short but by no means easy.
I caught wind of an old trailhead known as Jackass Flats. It soon withered away leaving nothing more than narrow fissures as footholes. With sheer drops below and nothing to truly stand on/grip, it became a real gutwrenching "Eye on the prize" kind of climb.
The adrenaline coursing through my veins gradually lifted me to what remained of the old claim. From below, there appeared to be no access to this location, but we explorers have a way of making things happen.
My journey continued as follows.
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3. This little table was nice, with lots of old miner's relics. (I think this is part of a boot!)
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7. This stoped-out cavern was massive. Although it's hard to see in this picture, I'd guesstimate that you could fit a two-story house in here. Or maybe even 2!
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Patrick, on Flickr
8. There was a very steep and mysterious tunnel snaking upwards above the cavern. I wanted to explore it so badly, but ultimately I decided to save it for another day.
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11. I was standing upright when I took this picture. Hopefully, this gives some clarity on just how sketchy this terrain is. The cavern and small cabin with relics were located at the top of the wash.
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Patrick, on Flickr
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13. End.
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By now it was getting late, and nearing the 9.5-mile mark, I was thoroughly worn out. I followed the flats back in an effort to link up with a more established trail. Eventually, I checked my maps and saw that I was miles from the nearest "Safe" passage.
I wanted off that mountain so bad that I made a rash decision. There was a small slot canyon carved into the cliff face. Methodically, I inched my way down until it turned into a flood channel loaded with debris. After clearing the trenches, I made one final push down a tree since I'd run out of ground. (It got too steep right at the very end to continue so I jumped over and shimmied down a tree)
Emerging from the forest I darted right into somebody's heavily wooded backyard (I thought it was a summer home since it was very isolated). And of course, the owners were just pulling into the driveway. It must've been such a sight to see. A battered adventourer, adorned in full exploring gear, emerging from the shadows of their yard.
Naturally, I did the only thing that I could think of. Awkwardly ran off into the woods.
Thank you so much for following along with me on this amazing journey!