|The Chapel at Camp Scheideck|
|Two thirds of the way up, road visible in the background.|
Covered in sweat, dirt, and caution I continued up the increasingly decomposing dirt pile. Footing got worse, I dug my hands into the soil like they were claws. Chunks of shale slid away under my feet. I clung to the occasional root, some pulled free of the shitty rock. Finally I arrived at a spot, 35 feet from the summit, that surpassed my ability to reconcile the risk with the reward. I was looking right at the top, but wasn't into dying on 5th class dirt climbing.
|I got theeese close!|
|I ain't agoin' no further!|
|The swale. It got interesting in places and graduated into dangerous the higher I got.|
If you enlarge the pic you'll see my truck on the road.
|Fire charred crystals I found while climbing through a|
layer of strata.
|Lockwood Valley Road, passing through the remains|
of the day Fire.