What we do for love.
Leon had me sign on as an official BLM (Bureau of Land Management) Volunteer so that I could help him re-position and antenna that had fallen - a task that needed two people and four hands.
We had to hike up to the peak of a small mountain near Tent Rocks, where there is no trail. It was a mile up to the peak (and of course, a mile back) and a hefty climb at that.
We accomplished our task, reinforced the mount for the antenna and tightened up the guy-wires, so it's looking good. Communications restored.
I say, what we do for love...because I was a little nervous this morning with weather reports calling for downpours and flash-flooding -- something that would tell you to avoid arroyos and mountainsides.
And the fact that I'm almost 68 1/2.
But I kept up and did the hike.
The views were great - and not a viewpoint that most people would get to see as it is in an area that's off-limits to all but authorized personnel ... and official volunteers in the line of duty.
Now I am wondering if BLM will be calling me to ask when I'm available to volunteer again....
|My off-trail guide, Leon|
|Across to Slot Canyon - Tent Rocks|
|A Pinon |
but in the Shade of Other Than a Juniper
|The Descent - La Bajada?|
|Lots of Loose Rocks and Dirt to Slip and Slide On|