The day begins at six , packing camp , making breakfast and listening to the sounds of nature . Big Toe didnt sleep too well last night , but is still keen to help me with a splinter extraction . I got one in the pad of my foot yesterday when we negotiated a river crossing . Doctor Big Toe examined the foot and declared the patient to be a ‘lilly liver’ . So chastend I begin my day .
We are walking parralel to the Mojave Damn today . Some fifteen miles to the Cleghorn picnic are at the side of Silverwood lake . We begin through brush and sage and watch a large Heron take flight from the Damns spillway.
Me and Big Toe are watching out for one another , our modus operandus is ‘take it easy’ . We sing our way through the morning , covering ; The Hollies , Dion Warwick , Jerry Jeff Walker and of course The Beatles (to name just a few) . We watch vultures circle and I photograph the blooms . Beautiful red flowers known here as ‘Indian paint brushes’ .
We make our way on , im singing to myself and in a little bubble when I hear the rattle . Suddenly im airborn , jumping literaly a few feet straight up and over . The big black is rattling straight at me . This is a very definate Zen moment ! Im breathing hard and calling back to Big Toe “Snake on the path! Its a rattler! ” Big Toe ambles up super relaxed , takes a quick look and freezes . “Woo Brownie ,he’s a big un !” . Im already shooting with the Cannon. I get a bit of video and a couple of photos that im happy with .
We push onwards and upwards as the trail waits for no man . Soon we are down by the highway and having to cross an industrial area so we stop and act the goat for a while getting a photo for todays blog .
We come across more trail magic this afternoon , a lovely couple called Team Turtle left an icebox full of fruit and water behind a tree on the trail .It helped us over the last four miles , over the hill and down to the lakeside picnic area . I manage to photograph another Horned lizard , a beautiful California poppy and some Wild Lilac ,before putting down the backpack on another glorious adventure .
Later at lakeside I approach a family and ask if i can buy a drink from them as the snack bar is closed . They give me three large steaks and a couple of cakes . Big Toe enters into raptures when I bring them to our picnic table , “Its the English accent!” He exclaims . I feel ever so much like Oliver and the Dodger . We laugh , but not so much that we forget to stuff ourselves with Steak n Cake !
Blister count : 3 (splinters dont count then?)