Wednesday 8 June 2011
Day 68: Barker Dam
The pool behind Barker Dam is beautiful.
Now we've got that out of the way, I have to admit that this was our day for getting into scrapes. It started like this:
Antonia (waving a piece of beavertail cactus she found on the ground): "This cactus isn't prickly, it's furry!"
The experienced will know what comes next: half an hour of picking tiny prickles out of fingers. Also, more fool me, I believed her. Well she is good at natural history as a rule. I suspiciously held the piece of beavertail between two fingers to see if she was right. A clue to the clueless: she is not right. Beavertails just have very fine prickles.
Pictographs are very interesting, even if they have been 'enhanced' by film companies.
Setting down your bags containing all your water and heading off in a couple of different directions around a large pile of pictograph bearing boulders, until you're all looking for each other, can't hear each other and are worried that the others may be lost in the desert without their water is stupid.
I think we may be getting a bit blase.