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Four of us were in the northern part of the Turtle Mtns with differing agendas.
TomG and Iris planned to follow the route to Kelbaholt and a few other
summits that TomB and I had done a few years earlier. Karl planned to ride his
bike around the network of roads. I wanted to pay a visit to four unnamed
summits, a ten mile effort that would occupy me for most of the day. Because
their Element was not able to drive to the intended trailhead, Tom and Iris
would have an extra two miles each way on top of an already full day. I offered
to drive them to the Kelbaholt TH before heading to the one for my
outing a few miles away. In reviewing my TR from Kelbaholt, they had seen
the picture
I took and the story of TomB tripping over the cable at the TH due to
inattention. I hung around for a few minutes after reaching their TH so TomG
could
recreate the scene for amusement purposes. We were all laughing
for minutes when comparing the two pictures - cruelty among friends at its
best.
I left the pair to drive the rough roads to my
starting point
at the north end of the range where there is a corner cut into the Wilderness.
Eric and I had used this same TH in 2021 for a collection of nearby summits.
Today's peaks would be a few miles further to the southwest. The flattish
terrain to reach the base of the peaks is not difficult, mostly open desert
flats, made easier by
an old road heading in that direction, no longer
open to vehicles. The first hour was spent hiking this road and
some cross-country across broad wash areas to reach the base of the
first summit,
Peak 2,431ft. I learned very quickly that the dark
volcanic coloring I had seen in the satellite view was primarily the work of
desert-varnished rocks thrown up in ancient eruptions that have left much of
terrain
a rubbly mess. Dry grasses on
the lower slopes
partially hide the rocks lurking underfoot to trip one up. Put simply, it is
unpleasant terrain. It wasn't all bad, but enough to void any sort of future
endorsement. The four summits are spaced about a mile apart in a diamond shape.
Only two are connected by
a ridgeline, the others separated by
deep washes that require dropping all the way down to
the desert floor before climbing the next peak. Though none of the
peaks had registers nor entries on PB or LoJ, they all showed signs of previous
visits. Several had summit cairns, one had old
prospector cairns near
the summit, the other had a rusty Schlitz
beer can just below the
summit. I left
registers on three of the peaks, leaving one without
because I had no more to leave. It would take me roughly an hour between
peaks at a modest pace. Despite the unpleasantries of the terrain, I enjoyed
the outing very much, as
the weather was near ideal following some
nighttime rain, and I had the day to get lost in my thoughts while wandering
a remote part of the Mojave Desert with all the fresh smells new
rains can bring out.
I finished up back at the Jeep just after 2p, having taken 6.5hrs for
the outing. Karl completed his bike ride around the same time, but TomG and
Iris would be out until well after sunset, finishing their outing by
headlamp. We would all reconvene in the southern part of the range near Vidal
Junction where we planned to hike the next day. Karl prepared a fine
campfire for our group that we enjoyed until it was time to settle into bed
for the night...
Continued...
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