Fri, Dec 16, 2022
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With: | Eric Smith |
Our last day together found us in the far SE corner of California and Imperial County, west of Yuma, AZ. We had come far south looking for warmer temps and found better conditions, but still unseasonably chilly. Overcast skies and a stiff wind would change to bluer skies and less wind in the afternoon. We'd spent the night camped east of Yuma, on some sandy state trust lands south of town that we thought would give us some peace and quiet. We were visited by the Border Patrol around midnight, having been reported by "spotters," which we took to mean well-meaning citizens trying to keep their country safe. The net result was that after a short, pleasant exchange, they let us be for the rest of the night. We were up before dawn to grab Starbucks on our way out of town and west into California. Our efforts today were pretty chill, a collection of three relatively easy summits.
The summit had a collection of poorly constructed flagpoles with solar
lighting, none of which worked any more, and no flags on the poles. There were
other
small structures, no longer in use, including an array of short
antennae. The summit overlooks
the NE corner of MX that abuts that
section of AZ acquired through the Gadsen Purchase. Large sections of the US/MX
wall can be seen as it makes a sharp turn around the mexican town of Los
Algondones. Included in this wall is a colorful section of illegally stacked
shipping containers on federal lands that AZ would shortly be forced to
dismantle. After Eric described his discomfort with the ascent, I assured him we
could get down an easier way, all trail and road through the quarry. This
worked very nicely, and would undoubtedly make for the
easiest ascent route as well.
After returning to the Jeep, we drove south, hoping to get a close-up look at
the border fence. Unfortunately, the All-American Canal runs along the
border on the US side of
the fence, and we could find no access across
the canal. We might have been able to swim across, but that might have not ended
well via a variety of possible scenarios gone bad.
The trail we followed to the summit had also been
lovingly constructed, obviously not an old mining trail, but one built
for no other reason than to go up a mountain. The upper portion had been more
sparsely laid out, and it seems that the trail builder ran out of time
or ability to finish it to the same standards the lower half had been. It took
us about an hour and twenty minutes to make our way
to the top where we
found
an ammo box holding a busy register/geocache. On the
way back down, I thought it might have been fun to
descend the gully south of the summit. It looked like it could be a nice
scramble all the way back to the bottom (or maybe just a fun Wilderness-y
adventure while tripping), but I didn't suggest it because I knew Eric
would prefer the trail and didn't want to be alone for the hike down. When we
got back to the cars, Eric decided to take it easy the rest of the
afternoon while I wanted to go off and tag the last summit we had planned for
the day. Even acid can't keep me from doggedly pursuing a peakbagging agenda.
Continued...
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