Bradshaw Trail
I know... It's been some time since my last post and I've got lots to catch up on.
Rewind back to the month of June in sunny California with temperatures peaking out around the hundies. We left Salvation Mountain to refuel and locate the trail head of the
Bradshaw Trail. My boys were super excited to see all the bomb duds... and I think were just ready for the sun to go down. Finding the trail head was bit trickier than expected, my plan was to head towards the Coachella canal and follow the fence line to the trail. Easier said than done. I swear I could see the start of the trail, it was just a dang maze getting there. I left my Garmin in my wife's truck and the both of us were using our cells for gps... bad idea with minimal coverage. My maps on my tablet were freezing up and I didn't bring my mac, so navigation was left to paper and landmark recognition throughout the trip.
Alas we made it. Everyones happy
My friends stock v8 4Runner sport and my LC just pass the train trestle.
Doing around 30mph when a couple of deer ran out in front of us. Definitely a good reason for the ARB front bumper.
With night fall quickly approaching we set out for a spot that I had only seen in pictures. I wasn't sure of it's exact location or how far it was from the trail head... just a hunch that it was within an hours time from start or so. I wasn't even sure of where the bomb duds were, My boys were anxiously waiting to see them. I was hoping that they would be off the trail within site or a sign or other markings on the trail pointing us to the right direction. It was what ever came first for us that night... camp or duds we would stop for.
Camp it was. Location found just off the trail a bit on the left... look for the micro mountain in the sand. Great place to camp for the night with natural wind barriers.
My oldest getting some early morning sun.
We awoke to the very early morning sun shining ever so bright and quickly heating up the tent and to the sound of our tent zippers being opened and shortly there after the sound of pebbles hitting the top of our tent from above. It was a sign that out boys were getting restless and ready for us get out of bed.
While climbing the rock formation on the left or as my boys referred to it as "The Pyramid" or "The Micro Mountain" my co worker found a geo cache. What a cool find... my boys really got a kick out of it. After explaining to them what its all about, maybe its a hobby we might get into... sounds like a great way for more family fun. The cache... an ammo can, was filled with all kinds of cool nick nacks, bullets, and other neat things that kept the boys well occupied while we packed up camp. When we were packed and ready to go we put every thing back in the can along with an additional goody for the next group or geo cachers that come along.
Back on trail with the Chuckwalla Mountains in the background. Did I mention that it was Hot.
Thinking back on it... I'll take the summer desert heat any day over the east coast summer humidity. The LC doesn't seem to mind though.
Trail side carnage, your guess as to make and model is as good as mine. Probably better. I'm thinking a Plymouth of some sort?
******T like this really pisses me off. Auto parts, filing cabinets, machinery parts, scrap metal you name it. Anyone with a couple of 5 tons with trailers want to do a trail clean up and make some extra money recycling to donate to a good cause?
Yes... It gets weird now. How did this boat get out here? When was it brought out? Who brought it out here? And most importantly Why? Was it from a film set? Someone going to sail the Salton Sea? Once again your guess is as good as mine. Look and the third pic as relation to size to me, it was a good size boat. We all got a good kick out of it. Am I upset over this? No, because personally I feel that it ads to the experience, even if it was left here. The scrap metal from earlier is just flat out disrespectful... it was fairly recent and could have been easily recycled. This boat, I'm sure has a pretty interesting story as to why and how it's here. I'd be pissed and confused if another boat was left trail side though.
We stopped by Wiley Well campground for lunch. It was vacant with no one around, kind of eerie. Wow 40 ft. till water, that's a long way down digging by hand. After lunch we stopped at Coon Hollow campground to check it out... was vacant as well. Both were decent campgrounds that would be way better suited during the cooler months.
Next up was finding a location on BLM land for letting some rounds loose.
