I drove 20+ miles on dirt. Gave up an extra day of vacation to get there a day early to acclimate to 10k ft. Woke at 0345 this morning, hiked 90 min to where I was last year, covered up in deer, when a family matter came up and I had to leave (thanks, InReach). And just past dawn in comes an ATV on a closed, ancient road. And he parks, 400 feet away above me. And then the guide/non-hunting friend walks in on me. How the hell does this happen so far from asphalt, so high up?
So he goes back to the ATV and continues up the road, turns around at the top, comes back by, and then turns and come back by yet again under me, all on closed traces of old roads. Like he was crop dusting noise to keep the deer away.
And then three members of my family tell me in separate messages that I have to come home to help everyone prepare for the tropical storm (thanks, InReach).
I just got home and looked: it’s dumping rain where I was camped last night and won’t stop until Tuesday (thanks, InReach).
So he goes back to the ATV and continues up the road, turns around at the top, comes back by, and then turns and come back by yet again under me, all on closed traces of old roads. Like he was crop dusting noise to keep the deer away.
And then three members of my family tell me in separate messages that I have to come home to help everyone prepare for the tropical storm (thanks, InReach).
I just got home and looked: it’s dumping rain where I was camped last night and won’t stop until Tuesday (thanks, InReach).