Two weeks and four days since leaving for Arizona I was back on the road to Wall Spring,

through Sacramento with dogs and lots of stops [Heather Glen,

Donner Summit,

Sierra Valley],

on the way to Doyle where one turns for de zert, the

Smoke Creek Desert,

Smoke Creek Bridge

and

Wall Spring, where Seth was found underneath an ’82 Chev trying to quiet the fuel pump.

I unloaded and the next morning, 18 degrees, as the heater wasn’t working burned wood

all day.

Thursday saw less sun but fortunately Seth on his way to Portola had the heater back [wood’s

better but more labor intensive] on and as I went over to the X to drop off the last of “the playa

says NO” stickers it was good to have it working.

Afterwards I went up 447 all

the way to the pass, back over it

and a little into the Buffs for a look at the Granites, then

down to the winter desert

and home

to an unpredicted splatter of dark afternoon rain.

Nice.