Van Hook Revisited

Well, it's at the close of day on day 1.
The camp here is named after the near-legendary mexican barber Eduardo Van Hook, who left a prosperous vocation in Juaréz, MX to hunt that near-mythical substance: Uranium.

We got there at sunset and drove the Escort as far as clearance would permit, then packed our packs and rode the bikes to the top. Well, sort of. It was much longer and steeper than what I remembered from last time. The camp is on top of a 150 foot cliff over Eduardos mine.
Exhausted, we made a fire of Juniper and made something to eat.

Here's a song from around our campfire

Later on there was an attempt at the age old desire to communicate with other living beings. We spotted another campfire on the opposite rim from ours and decided to initiate contact. This was done by affixing a flame of considerable size to a piece of paracord and then swinging it around in a large circle. Numerous attempts were made, and the only new thing to appear in the morning was a large burn hole in my shirt.



To Everyone and anyone whom has recieved this blog!
Our first camp was very momentous! Much fun and great to have started on the WCAT journey. Decompressing and remembering to live in the now becomes more apparent with every step. Hans and I are doing well and keeping up with fine nourishing foods such as Hans' home made tomato soup, viena sausages, and sardines. Madison