King top mountain

 

I rolled my ankle yesterday, Saturday, afternoon,  as I was making my way to the truck, carrying a water bottle. Our play director was doing a rock concert at the old Capital arts festival in Fillmore. It hurt so badly, and popped. I wasn't sure if I was going anywhere. We took an hour and iced it, and then my Aunt came over to visit. She wanted a haircut, but saw I had a hurt ankle, but I had her get on the beanbag, where I was, and Bess was my eyes, and helped me see where to trim.

A couple family members were very buzzy, and vibrating in dark news, because there was some big hullabaloo just down my street, going on at that time. I guess a bank robber was in the area, there was a helicopter, the squat team. (that's what Ameila says her friend calls it) 

Seems appropriate. And pretty scary. Naughty. Call the squat team. 

Everybody, poop!

Anywho, my ankle is a bit sore, and such things are always a heads up for me to be present. 

We did end up going to the art festival, just to get a breather away from the house for a bit. Plus we wanted to support our friends, and look at the art there.

  I'm just grateful I can still walk. :)

I was uploading pictures in the wee hours, in my tent, and realized my videos might be noisy. So I went to bed. And woke up in a start Because Bessie started talking above me. "Hey, are you in here?"

I was jerked  awake, and a felt bit disoriented. But said, "Yah."

"Oh, okay, I was just making sure. You're here, and okay.  I had a scary dream, and then I woke up to a car alarm making noise."

Everybody is a bit jumpy, as there has been naughty humans about. 

She was feeling a little scared. So we both went in. Hence, I'm back on my computer. Maybe I'll finish this post, yet. 

So, for our Nevada adventure. Bessie, Ameila and I went first thing in the morning driving to a Ghost town, called Osceola.  We had fun visiting about many subjects. 

The first part of our trip. Very dry.

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This was our first stop. This is where we headed out onto a rugged dirt road to our destination. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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A Funny little Bus/bug parked in a camping spot.

Ameila is a very skilled off-road driver, and did a great job driving through some rough roads. On the way, Bess had been looking at all the pinecones in the trees. She saw some ripe pine nuts on a tree, and yelled, "Stop, those pinenuts are ripe!"

So we tree got out, and started reaching for pinecones. Bess handed Ameila a pine nut, and she popped it into her mouth. And crunched down, shell and all. 

Bess yelled, "Stop."

Ameila hadn't ever eaten a unshelled pinenut before, so we all laughed. She sputtered, and felt embarressed, as she spat it out.  

We hadn't really thought about how sticky our hands would get, but we picked some, and put them into a bag. And realized our hands were really, pinegummy. And very uncomfy. So we rubbed our hands with dirt, and then Bess had brought some comfry cream, and we rubbed the oil on our hands, and then washed with some water. We did this several times, and eventaully got very clean hands. 

Then off we went again, looking for Osceola. We went round several places that looped back to the same place. And then Ameila took a road that eventaully got so rough, she turned back round. 

We conculded that we'd maybe go somewhere else, since we couldn't seem to figure out where this old mining town was. We couldn't figure out the maps.

Bess checking out a interesting little hole cave.

Bess and Ameila

The clouds started rolling in, and they made everything have so much contrast. 

 

 We stopped next in a cute artsy town, which name, I can't seem to recal. But we stopped in this little shop, and a guy showed us a map, which we still didn't quite understand. But we appreciated the art in the shop, and then walked a round some of the magical buildings in town. 

 

Next we started on the road that led home. I wasn't really sure if we were going to try to go anwyere else, as Ameila was the one who was driving, and we were curious where she would go next. 

I'm not sure if she even knew. She was just driving. 

On the way back, we saw this cool twister.

Then about forty miles from home, Ameila takes a side road, curious where it goes, and we find ourself in a King top canyon.

Then Ameila just takes another road, leading towards this white salt flat area, where the mountain is tall, and beautiful. And it felt like were going into a different realm. The area felt very sacred, and holy, like were getting a glimpse of heaven.

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 It was so beautiful. It felt like we were walking into another dimension. It felt old---ancient. I guess all mountains are ancient. But it just felt very special. There was snowflake obsidian, and jasper that looked like glittery bits of ice, all over the ground.  It seemed a place Indians would have done ceremonies. Or prayed. At least it felt that way. The rocks and boulders were huge, and fun to climb on. Lizards and little blooming flowers and funny rocks were around every corner. As I started hiking, my head started aching, And I could feel a ton of presser on my head. It was very curious. And so very hot. Bess and Ameila were exploring below, and I wanted to go up, to take pictures of the crevasse of the mountain.

While we were hiking, thunder started rumbling. It sounded really cool through the canyon. 

There was a lot of sandy dirt, and I got the urge to take off my shoes. But I kept them on, thinking I might step on something pokey. 

Bess told me she got the same urge and took her shoes off.

We were in different locations, but either way, about that same time, a huge burst of rain fell down, and cooled us off. It was beautiful. It had felt so hot, and my head felt so pressured, it felt like the rain just was what we needed. 

A bit of a covering. 

Grace. Rain. Bess took cover under a lip of a rock. I was a little further up of the mountain. I hadn't made it very far. But I didn't want to get my camera wet, so I started coming down, and had to give up my goal of getting to close to the crevasse. The water drenched us through. It felt amazing!  It was beautiful, though because the rocks shone with water as the sun came out, and everything felt much better. 

It was just really magical. We all congregated on the salt flats, or whatever they were, the white flats, and took our shoes off, and ate some yummy peta sandwiches mom had made for us. Talking about how fun it would be to camp here.

 

And that was pretty much our trip. We had to leave shortly after that, so Ameila could get a phone call from her husband. 

But that was not the end of our adventures that day.   We got home, and mom was in a low mood, so to cheer her up, so we took her out on a drive to see the sunflower path we walk on to go to the canal. 

Bess got an idea to take her out to eat, so we drove to a restaurant we hadn't ever been to.  And ordered some food. We noticed there were games in by the window, so we took several out, and chose one that was called, if I can remember right. 

Taco, 

cat, 

Goat, 

Cheese, 

Pizza. 

And while we waited for food. We played that game. And it was a lot wait. Long...But it was quite a fun game. So it worked. 

We took mom, and our food, and us to the rez, and jumped in just as the sun was setting. It was very, very cold.

But it felt so good, as my head had been so hot and achy. It felt so very cleaning to the soul. And we were happy. 

It was a very full day. And so very interesting. And beautiful.