A view south of Bucksnort Mt.
and a nice shot (if I may say)
of Scott's rear end.
Want to see what Scott
was looking at so
intently? Now that's a
pretty flower!
Coming into Anza on one very hot
morning. Raise your hand if
you're ready for a shower!
As we approached Anza, I could relate in my own small way. Somewhere here, there was a shower waiting and something cold to drink.
That morning, we walked into town. (Anza is not really a town, more like a spread-out community of sorts.) After navigating miles of trail, we got lost as soon as we hit civilization.
Luckily, a lady popped us in her car and whisked us to Kamp Anza Kampground, our destination. All dressed up and heading out on a vacation with perfect makeup and manicure, she related a story about how she was late for her trip because she was packing the car when her caretaker informed her there was a rattlesnake bothering him and the dog, so she grabbed her 12 gage and blew his head off (the snake, not the caretaker) hacked off the rattles, tossed them in her fridge, and threw the rest of the body on an anthill. This task completed, she hopped in the car and then, came upon us.
It appears to be a very different life out here.