On to the boondocks! Tuesday, May 17th
What a nice morning’s drive on Hwys 50 east and 305 north -- to Mill Creek, a no-fee BLM campground about 24 miles south of Battle Mountain NV, elevation 5,480’. This is one of those places you’d never see, a fissure in the hilly, sage-covered high desert, unless you walked up to it! We liked it right away and picked a site at the far end a few feet away from the narrow, gushing creek. (Two other small campers were parked in the front.) I was happy to see ancient cottonwoods lining the creek teemed with birds.
Look, Nannie, a new shoe tree on Hwy 50 to replace the one that dirty bird burned down.
I'm not sure what this is, but entire fields were carpeted in an eye-pleasing lavender color.
Happily parked for the night at Mill Creek.
One of the first things we saw was this four-foot-long sneaky snake ... actually a friend identified it as a harmless gopher snake. She must have been right, 'cause it didn't harm me or Jimmy!
Spying a wooden bridge, Jimmy and I crossed to the other side and chugged our way to the top of a mesa. Jimmy matches the greenery in his green shirt.
On our way toward the mesa, I posed on a hunk of granite, overlooking the dinky, but swift creek.
It was ... Perfectly Quiet.
Clumps of blooming wildflowers jazzed up the otherwise bland sage scenery.
Tergel down by the Cottonwoods.
After working our way back to Tergel, being curious, we hopped in Smartie to examine where the well-groomed gravel road goes beyond our c/g as it winds its way up the mountain. Following tumbling Mill Creek, we drove up, up, up, around and around, high into Aspen territory, and after 11 miles, we came upon a monstrous pit mine. That was the reason for the good road. All we could see was a mountain of tailings. Disgusted, but not surprised, we turned around.
This view is one section of the huge ugly pile of tailings.
Returning to Mill Creek campground, near the entrance are these rock posts -- they looked very old and they didn't line up ... unsure the whys and wherefores.
She looks mighty snug down there, doesn't she?
Maybe tomorrow, we decided, we could ride our bikes down the mountain. But first ... somehow, we’d have to get ‘em up there. (to be continued) Pretty sunset this evening. Ah, sweet, sweet nighttime sleep.