that same point. The bay appeared to open up to a larger section of the reservoir and I was curious if there was a developed spot where I might put my swimsuit on and go for a dip. The going was difficult, and pretty soon I could see the larger section of the water with a dam off around the curving shore across the bay to the left. In any event, there was nowhere to go, so I had some water, took a few pictures, and determined to begin the return journey.
anywhere else to put it. The final mile of the forestry area is a canyon so steep and so narrow that it’s hard to believe they have a road there. In the spring it must be underwater as the spring melt would fill the canyon. Driving it in my Prius was a bit like arriving at a monster truck rally in a pink golf cart. I felt out of place and had legitimate concerns about my ability to clear the rocks thrusting up through the gravel of the narrow road. I stopped a few times to enjoy the creek and fished the one time, and when the national forest ended I turned around for the journey back to the top. As I hit the steeper sections, the loose gravel under my wheels slipped and the cars warning light for lost traction kept appearing…a little gas and we continued to make headway, though a few times I had some lateral drift that was a bit unnerving. About three and half miles from the top was a camping site that looked particularly appealing, so I am going to see if I might head back there for Monday night. It’s above the worst of the steep and winding section, so the drive in and out is tight but not unreasonable.