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Sunday, November 16, 2014
A Doggie Hike to Hell Hole
Our number fewer, the "Gang" took their "kids" along on our hike into Hell Hole yesterday. Some needed to be hoisted up over obstacles…but the dogs did just fine :))
Jim and Gayle have moved on down the road to the Lake Mead area, and I have it upon good authority that Pal Boonie is "in heaven" way down in another God forsaken Hell Hole that goes by the name of Yuma—a super Walmart sized Big Box blight upon the earth if there ever was one—whose only two redeeming quality's are pleasant weather for three measly months a year and cheap dental work across the border in Mexico. But hey, one man's poison is another man's pleasure…or something like that.
Within a mile it became evident that there had been a severe flash flood(s) since we hiked Hell Hole last year. We encountered more "rubble" which made it a little more difficult to navigate. But no sprained ankles this time (Gayle), just one downhill, head-first crash and burn by Bobbie on the way out. It drew blood but she's fine this morning. In case you haven't noticed her always bloodied legs, Bobbie collects "Red Badges of Courage" like S and H Stamps. Ellen was hiking with a bout of back pain from a tweak the day before, but thought moving was better than sitting and toughed it out without one complaint (Jim!) :)).
It got a little too hot on the way in and most of us (Debbie, Elliot, and me) were ready for the shade of the canyon by the time we arrived.
For an unbelievable video of a previous flash flood in Hell Hole, click this link.