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Revision as of 03:49, 6 June 2010
| Mon 26 Apr 2010 in 33,-113: 33.6741828, -113.2972556 geohashing.info google osm bing/os kml crox |
Location
Near Salome, Arizona
Participants
Plans
Unknown
Expedition
This was another arduous undertaking not unlike the previous adventure except that I was left to my own devices to bash through the bush and find The Spot.
Eagle Eye Road is long and straight enough that I was able to catch a nap and a drink on the way to the POCA. Afoot, my greatest fear was not that I might meet a snake in the grass but that I might meet the Tigger of Tiger Wash. The spoor of this carnivorous critter was to be seen all along my course to the coordinates. The Spot turned out to be in a dusty dead end tributary; from the lay of the land it looked like a lair but the growling I heard in the distance was only a wide-load struggling past my parked pickup.
