Brownstone Canyon Pictographs (Clark County, Nevada)

Anyone that follows my adventures knows that I really enjoy searching for and finding ancient Native American rock art. Many of my posts on this blog are dedicated to specific sites that I have visited over the years. Near Las Vegas, there is a pictograph panel that has eluded me for a few years now and today, I'm going to have another go at reaching it. The panel is in a canyon known as Brownstone Canyon, which is north and running parallels to the famous Red Rocks Canyon National Conservation Area. 

My first attempt about four years ago was quickly put to an end by a new subdivision, which had been built near the trailhead I was planning to start from. In addition to homes, they also built tall concrete walls at the back of the project, effectively blocking access to this particular trailhead. About a year-and-a-half ago, I made a second attempt from with in Red Rocks Canyon. I thought this would be about a 12-15 mile hike from the Turtlehead Peak Trailhead. Unfortunately, the early October weather of that trip still saw temperatures breaking the 100° barrier and I decided it was not the best time to be hiking in the remote open desert. 

All of that brings me to today. I have my entry pass to the park and I intend to hike the route, I had planned out for my last attempt. Luckily, the temperatures are only suppose to reach a high of around 70° today, which means it should be perfect weather for hiking. 

After parking my rental, I quickly hit the trail for Turtlehead Peak. My route follows this path for the first mile or so, before breaking northeast and heading on around the backside of the mountain. The first part of the trail is well marked and then enters a wide wash that looks more like the parking lot at a quarry than anything else. Huge amounts of small pebbles, a mix of limestone and sandstone, cover the ground in this wide wash, which has to be more than 150' feet wide. I can only imagine what this must look like during a heavy rain.

Eventually, I reach a point where I realize I didn't leave the Turtlehead Peak Trail quite soon enough and I'm forced to climb over a couple of sagebrush covered hills until I rejoin the large wash. The hiking is all uphill, though at a very slight ascent and so, I'm making decent time. The gravel is hard to walk in though, but as there is very little flora in it, I'm comforted somewhat by not having to be quite as watchful for rattlesnakes in this section. This is a rough time of year for hikers with regard to these critters. I'm familiar enough with snakes to know their behavior at different temperatures. In the hot summer sun, snakes will hide under rocks or in the shade of a small bush, while in the colder months, they will often be out in the open on top of a rock sunning themselves to help regulate their body temperature. The difficulty comes in when the temperatures are between 60° and 70°ish degrees, as they could be in either location. When I am forced to walk by small bushes or rock overhangs, my senses are on hyper alert looking for the venomous creatures.

As I continue to climb towards the top of the canyon, the wash begins to narrow. With the tall La Madre filling the horizon directly in front of me, I know I'm on the correct path. Soon though and after the wash narrows even further, I begin to turn due north as expected. At one point, I find a dry waterfall that requires a modest amount of scrambling to climb up.

From there, the trail continues to follow the wash, but I'm now on the back (northwest) side of the series of peaks that are part of the Turtlehead Peak complex. The trail (wash) is extremely narrow in places and I think to myself what a good ambush spot some of these passages would be for a mountain lion. I'm careful to watch out for tracks and other signs, but as of yet, I haven't seen any. I'm still on guard though.

Finally, I get to the top of the canyon, which is nothing more than a small saddle between two hills. Coming down the other side, I find a feint foot trail with an occasional rock cairn to mark the way. The footholds are a little precarious and on this sandy gravel, slipping is a real concern. Luckily, the fall or slide would only a few feet into the tiny wash between the hillsides. The view of Brownstone Canyon from up here is magnificent though and in the distance, I can see the Las Vegas Strip, which is about thirty miles away. It still stands out though against the desolate desert landscape.

Now making my way down the new wash that forms this parallel canyon, I find the hiking much easier. It's headed slightly downhill and looking down the canyon from above, I have a pretty good idea of where I'm going, which is unlike the first half, where I couldn't see around the next bend sometimes and simply had to trust my sense of direction to ensure I was on track.

On my left, the red rocks for which the area is so famous jut out of the ground to form a small mountain and to my right, similar formations, but in white do the same. They almost look like giant wasp nests. I should note that after leaving the Turtlehead Peak Trail several miles ago, I haven't seen another soul. I suspect the trails up here are not trafficked much, which suits me just fine. I'd prefer to keep people away and keep the priceless rock art safe.

Eventually, I reach an area that I think is near the pictographs. I begin scanning the rock walls to my right in search of any indication. Very quickly, I spot some red figures painted on the sandstone and head over for a closer examination. I'm forced to climb up a small rock outcropping, but once over the edge and in between it and the larger rock wall in front of me, I know I have arrived. 

No less than three panels containing many dozens of figures have been painted here in four or possibly five different colors. There are images of human-shaped images, along with snakes, and numerous other repeating figures. The main panel is actually one of the most colorful I have encountered - truly breathtaking. Experts believe these rock art images are at least 800 years old, but could be much older than that. Either way, I'm honored to be among these amazing art works. 

A small plaque has been cemented on the rocks in front of the wall, warning visitors of the criminal penalties of defacing these treasures. As this area is so remote, hopefully, the will remain safe until the wind and rain naturally and finally wash all trace of them away in the eons to come. 

As I make my way out of the crag between the rocks, I hear foot steps and see another hiker coming from the opposite direction of my route. We chat briefly and I ask where he started. Apparently, he came from a trailhead called Greg's Trailhead and hiked northwest up Brownstone Canyon from behind the subdivision to reach this point. He says it was a little over five miles to this point. I wish him well and start heading back the way I came. 

My return trip is uneventful, but I am afforded more great views of Red Rock Canyon once I get around to the southside of Turtlehead Peak. These views were behind me on my trip in and so, I didn't really take the time to notice them. I'm taking the time now though. When I finally get back to my rental car, I check my track and discover that the entire hike was only about 8.9 miles, which significantly less than I had estimated. Ah well, finding these panels was well worth the effort and I'm really glad I was able to finally accomplish my goal.

Wind Dancer - Grand Canyon Helicopter Tour (Clark County, Nevada)

I've always wanted to ride in a helicopter, but have never had the opportunity. A few months ago, I was reminded of this when I saw one of those 'bucket list posts' on Facebook. I thought to myself this was a fairly easy one to check off the list, especially with a trip to Las Vegas coming up. And so, I looked at companies that offered helicopter rides in and around Sin City. I finally decided to go with Maverick Helicopters and chose their Wind Dancer tour, which flies from Las Vegas to the western part of the Grand Canyon and back.

Originally, the company offered hotel pick up, but for some reason, they stopped doing this. They notified me well in advance and since I had a rental car anyway, this wasn't really much of an inconvenience. After waking up, showering, and grabbing some breakfast I drove from Paris on the Strip just a couple of miles south to Maverick's headquarters, which is just on the edge of the airport property. My flight wasn't for almost an hour and so, I just sat back and relaxed for a bit. I was kind of tired anyway, as I didn't get into Las Vegas until late last night. 

At about 8:45am, our pilot came out and collected everyone in his group. He introduced himself, checked us in, and then quickly covered our agenda and flight plan before taking us outside into the secure area, where he showed us the Airbus EC130 we would be flying in. He gave a quick safety briefing and then loaded us into the ship - eight of us total, including our pilot.

With that, we were off. I was actually pretty amazed by how smooth the take off was. We left the ground and then hovered about ten feet off the ground while we shuttled down the side of the airport a few hundred feet and then to the area where we would really 'take off' and head into the skies over Las Vegas. There were actually a number of tours happening at the same time and so, it felt almost like we were part of a fleet of helicopters.

The view of the Strip was really neat. I've seen it from the air many, many times, but never this close. It was as though we were just floating above the massive casino resorts. Departing the city, we headed due east towards Hoover Dam, which offered more extraordinary views. We circled around a little bit, which gave us the opportunity for some amazing pictures. I've toured the dam before and driven across it many times, but seeing it from this perspective is unique.

Next we headed over Lake Mead and the surrounding desert landscape. Having explored many of these areas on foot or by jeep in the past, it was really interesting to try and get my bearings. Our pilot was great about pointing things out as we they came into view. Everyone was wearing the headphones you see in the movies and some great classic rock was playing, but frequently, he would interject interesting information about our location or historical trivia.

As we passed over the lake, I asked about St. Thomas. It seems it should be further north from our current location, but it's difficult to tell as we are nearly 1,000 feet above the desert. The pilot wasn't familiar with formerly flooded town of St. Thomas, but seemed very interested to read up on it after the tour. 

Leaving the flooded area that is Lake Mead, the Colorado River became clearly visible as it carves it's way through the sandstone desert. We flew over a saddle that the pilot referred to as Indian Pass and from there, descended into the Grand Canyon. He pointed out the Grand Canyon West Skywalk to us as we passed by it, nearly at the same altitude. 

Dropping further into the mighty canyon, we located our landing zone, which already had the other three helicopters in our 'fleet' on the ground, each near it's own picnic table. Because of some crosswinds, our pilot had to turn around fly back in from the west, which offered us even more views of the green Colorado far below us. 

I don't know the exact elevation of our landing pad, but it was probably midway up the canyon wall. With the helicopter now on the ground and the rotors now fully stopped, the pilot opened our doors and we exited the ship. The views from up here are great. He brought out a cooler and from the nearby picnic table offered us some refreshments, including a nice glass of champagne. With this kind of view, how could I turn that down. 

We remained on the ground for about 20 minutes, which gave ample time to walk around the cliff we had landed on and explore. The pilot also suggested we take advantage of some of the nearby rocks and/or bushes to tend to matters of relief (if you know what I mean). With the bubbly now gone and having devoured a small bag of pretzels, we were asked to re-enter the helicopter and were soon in the air once again. 

Before heading back to Las Vegas, it was necessary to refuel at a location that Maverick owns out in the middle of nowhere in the desert. As we landed, our three companion ships were already on the ground, which made for an interesting view and even gave impressions of a military exercise. Once on the ground, we again exited the helicopter and were able to explore some of the desert flora, while our pilot refueled the ship. The area has a lot of Joshua trees, prickly pear, cholla, and barrel cacti, and they are quite beautiful in their natural setting.

After only about 10 minutes, we were back in the ship and on our way back to the landing strip where we started. We followed a similar path, but came into Las Vegas from the north and so flew down the length of the Strip. Again, this was an amazing view and a totally unique way to experience Las Vegas. 

The trip in total was about 2.5 hours and we covered about 80-miles each way. Our pilot was great and my co-adventurers were all very nice. Quite honestly, this was a really amazing experience and I would recommend it to anyway. And now, I can cross that item off of my bucket list.

Panola Mountain to South River Trail (Rockdale County, Georgia)

I'm pushing myself pretty hard to get back into shape for some big events coming up in the spring. Today, I decided to check out the South River Trail starting at Panola Mountain State Park. This is a paved trail and part of the Arabia Mountain trail system, which is quite extensive and encompasses dozens of miles. I arrived at the parking area after showing my parks pass at the entrance to find it very cold. Luckily, I bundled up this morning. After getting my bearings, I started walking the trail. 

This paved trail was built with road bikes in mind and so, it relatively flat and I can set a good pace. It wanders through the woods of the park for the first couple of miles before turning northeast towards the South River. Along the way, I find a couple of sections that have been burned and discover an old fireplace still standing in a grove of pine trees. Not a quarter-mile further, I discover the ruins of another old house, which presumably burnt down as well. This later one has two tall fireplaces still rising from the foundation and must have been a fairly large dwelling in its day.

Just after exploring the ruins of that old house, the trail crosses a well made bridge across the South River. The bridge is large and seems very sturdy, but some of the wooden flooring has rotted away and needs to be replaced. I opt to walk along one of the cross beams just in case. The river itself is flowing slowly with  mostly clear water and either shore is covered with sand. I assume this is sand from the ancient piedmont that has been eroded away. 

The trail continues northeast and passes the Lyons Family Farm, a remnant of the early 1800's. It's been well preserved, but appears not much different from other old farm houses I've visited. Focused more on the exercise than the history today, I don't really spend any time wandering around the farm and simply continue along the trail, which now starts to turn back and run parallel to the river. 

At one point in the distance and through the trees, I see something that I think is a red backpack sitting atop a white kayak or canoe. I stare at it for a bit and even think I recognize a person there, but I decide to keep walking. A while later on the way back, I will realize that it is actually the engine block and front bumper of an old truck, which is rotted down to the frame. It's an interesting thing to see how it any way you look at it.

After reaching Miners Creek Park, I finally decided to turn around. I have plans this evening and need to get home in time to fix dinner for my family before heading off on my next adventure. The return trip is uneventful with a single exception. 

When back in the park, I take a spur trail to the Panola Mountain Overlook, which follows a long, straight boardwalk out to a viewing platform overlooking the tree-covered monadnock. Stretching out before me on the overlook is a field of lichen-covered granite, white and mint green. The landscape then falls way to the base of the mountain which rises again in the distance. Atop the mountain, which I've summited a few times over the years, it's easy to spot a few clear granite areas, where the trees have not yet taken root. 

Finally back at my car, I take off my puffy jacket and hat and prepare for the drive home. I got in about 8.8 miles today, which is not quite as much as I had wanted, but it's still not a bad day. One of my big adventures this year will have me doing a lot of road walking and so, walking on pavement like this occasionally is probably good training for my knees. I may return to this trail someday, but likely on my bike next time.

South Rockdale Park (Rockdale County, Georgia)

It rained just about all day yesterday, which prevented me from getting more trail miles in, but as the rains cleared in the evening, I started thinking I would hike with the Meetup group. Sunday, turned out to be the perfect day to hike. The group was planning to hike the trails in and around South Rockdale Park, a bit southeast of Panola mountain and about forty-five minutes from my house. It's a new place that I've never hiked, which made it a perfect choice.

I had an errand to run before the hike and so, ended up at the trailhead about thirty minutes before the scheduled start time, but before long the others started arriving. Several friends would be joining today, which always makes for a great time. The trails here are mostly mountain bike trails, which are usually unattractive to me, but these are different in that the switchbacks are spread out widely from each other. As we departed the pavement and hit the woods, it was obvious it was going to be a nice day.

After just a couple of miles, we found ourselves hiking parallel to the South River, which offered some really nice views. It seems the trail system here has been redone at some point recently, as the blazes are a little confusing and often indicate two different options when coming to a fork. Thankfully, today's leader has ridden here quite a bit and knows the way very well. Some of the older trails are covered with leaves and really difficult to find, but we manage.

At one point we stop by the river to find the foundations of a now vanished bridge. One of my friends does a quick internet search and suggests it might have been called the Daniel Bridge, as there is the remnant of a road here that dead ends at the river near where the bridge once stood. That name is as good as any - the Daniel Bridge it is. Just a bit further along the trail, we find ourselves next to rock outcropping that extends a third of the way into the river. Several of us walk out and snap some pictures. 

The next item of note is a wooden suspension bridge over one of the feeder creeks. The bridge is quite a bit of disrepair, but still seems sturdy. The far end has been destroyed and we're forced to climb over some of the wreckage to get back to ground level. Nothing crazy though. From there, the trails head back into the woods and away from the river. Though there is a paved bike path through the area, we do our best to avoid that and stick to the dirt. 

On our way back towards the cars, we pass a section of creek that has eroded the nearby hillside into a twenty foot muddy cliff. It's actually pretty interesting to see. Beyond that, we find the remnants of what was likely a moonshine still at some point in time. Now, it's just the rusted hull of a tank with holes in it.

Finally back at our cars, my GPS track suggests that we've hiked about 8.2 miles, which is pretty good for one of the Sunday hikes. Additionally, this was a really nice park to hike in and around. The trails are well maintained, though sometimes hard to find, and there are enough interesting things along the way to make the hike worthwhile. While several of the hikers are going to dinner afterwards, I'm headed home. What a great way to spend a day.

Amicalola Falls - Base Trail (Dawson County, Georgia)

With my wife sick and having just spent the night at the Len Foote Hike Inn, I was anxious to get back home, but I wanted to check out a very short trail to the bottom of Amicalola Falls before departing the park. When I was here a couple of years ago, this trail was shut off for construction. Today, that's not the case and I want to see what kind of view it offers of the tallest water fall in Georgia.

Driving down from the upper parking lot near the top of the falls, I follow the main road past the visitors center and park again at the northern end towards the bottom of the waterfall. The trail is paved, but climbs a steep grade up the eastern ridge towards the waterfall. There three or four places with benches for people to rest as they make the climb. Being in a hurry, I don't rest and continue upwards. I'm breathing a bit hard when I reach the best spot for a picture of the mighty waterfall. I snap a couple and then head back the way I came. This little detour only cost me about fifteen minutes and it was worth it.

Len Foote Hike Inn Loop (Dawson County, Georgia)

Continuing another tradition that I seem to have started, some months ago I decided to spend the first weekend of the new year at the Len Foote Hike Inn. Again this year, I posted it in the Meetup and one friend decided to join me, though others signed up and failed to book rooms. Unfortunately, my wife has been ill over the last few days and I felt very badly leaving her. I messaged the other friend that was going to see if he would mind leading (at the time, I didn't know the other participants hadn't booked rooms). Just after sending him the message though, I saw comment that he was going to leave early and hike up to Springer Mountain, the southern terminus of the AT (Appalachian Trail), and would just meet me at the Inn. With no other option and believing I had new hikers may not know the way, I reluctantly drove to the trailhead. My wife assured me she would be okay during my short trip.

After checking by phone from the Amicalola Falls State Park visitors center, I headed up to the trailhead and waited for the others to arrive. They never did though and as I would later find out after asking the Innkeeper to check reservations, they hadn't even booked rooms for the trail. Ah well. I departed the trailhead alone and made my way along the Hike Inn Trail towards the forest lodge, which is a very popular northern Georgia attraction. 

The trail is well marked by green blazes, while the AT Approach Trail uses blue blazes. We will take the blue blazed trail when we head back tomorrow. This trail passes a number of small water crossings, all with well-constructed bridges over them. Rhododendrons are everywhere in the low-lying areas between ridges. It is a bit of a workout, but after about 4.8 miles, I wander into the lobby of the Inn and get my room key.

One thing I love about this place is that it has hot showers. While not a luxury hotel by any stretch of the imagination, the Len Foote Hike Inn offers a comfortable get away deep in the woods of Appalachia. The rooms are quite Spartan, with a set of bunkbeds and plywood for wallpaper. It gets the job done though and offers a quiet retreat for the hustle and bustle of city life. After getting into my room, I remove my boots and rest for just a few minutes. Dinner isn't until 6:00 pm in the dining hall two buildings over. 

After a few minutes, I gather my fresh cloths and head next door to the bath house, where I enjoy a wonderful, but short shower. The Inn is run very sustainably and guests are encouraged to limit their hot water usage. Knowing the reputation this place has and supporting it's mission of sustainability, I do my best to comply. The hot shower is great though.

With sweat pants and slippers on, I head down to the sun room, the last connected room of the facility. There are a couple of families here playing games. I find a book about Benton McKaye and begin reading. Before long, my friend pops his head in and we catch up a bit while waiting for the dinner bell, which sounds promptly at 6:00 pm as advertised. 

Heading to the dining hall, we find seating with a family of four (grandfather, father, and two sons). We enjoy conversation over roast turkey, green beans, salad, mashed potatoes, and a wonderful apple-olive oil cake. I meant to get the recipe for the cake, but forgot about it. At one point, one of the volunteer Innkeepers mentions that tonight is a super moon and several people had out to the Sun Room to catch a peak. I follow suit and get an okay picture. 

Once back in the dining hall and with dinner now complete, our host offers a short lecture chronicling the life and times of Grandma Gatewood, who was the first woman to thru-hike the Appalachian Trail. She did this just a few years after it's completion and well after she had reached mid-life. Carrying nothing more than a shower curtain for shelter and a homemade denim bag draped across her shoulder with supplies, she hiked the approximately 2,200 miles of the trail. She was a tough woman and makes all of us look like pansies. With the lecture complete, everyone heads back to their respective rooms. Though, it's still a bit early, I crawl into bed and do a couple of things on my phone before passing into dreamland.

I had set my alarm for 6:00 am and awoke when it sounded off near my head. My plan was to get up and get packed before breakfast, this would allow me to get back home at a reasonable time. After packing, I headed down to the dining hall to make a cup of tea and then to walk out by the Sun Room and see the rise of the morning sun with many of the other guests. 

Returning to the dining hall, everything worked to plan and after a hearty breakfast of bacon, eggs and grits, we hit the trail bright and early. The walk back to the park was uneventful and we made pretty good time. As I had hoped, we were back at our cars just after 10:00 am. My total distance for the two-day affair was 9.9 miles. I really do enjoy staying at the Hike Inn; I just wish my wife hadn't been sick and the others that had signed up had shown up.

First Day Hike: Falls to Farm (White County, Georgia)

For the third time in four years, I decided to get up early on New Years Day and join the state park service, the Find Outdoors organization, and the city of Helen for their annual First Day Hike: Falls to Farm, which is advertised as eleven miles spanning from Anna Ruby Falls in the north and leading all the way down to the Hardman Farm Historic Site just outside of Helen. This year though, I decided to post the even on the meetup and a good friend, as well as a new friend decided to join me. 

As this is a supported hike, we checked in at the farm and listened to the briefing offered by the organizers. Once we were all set, everyone loaded onto three shuttles that would transport us from the farm to the bottom of Anna Ruby Falls, and then allow us to hike back down. The weather is actually perfect today. It's a little chilly, but once we start moving, it should be ideal.

Arriving at the parking area and visitor center for the federally managed waterfall, we check in once more and then start making our way up the paved trail towards the double-waterfall, which is one of my favorites in the state. Everyone in my group is a strong hiker and so, we quickly pass several other groups along the ascent. Once at the waterfall, we stop for a moment to get a couple of pictures before turning right and starting the Smith Creek Trail down to Unicoi State Park. This event, Falls to Farm, is actually a linking of three different trails: Smith Creek Trail, Unicoi to Helen Trail, and the Hardman Farm Trail. 

I remembered the Smith Creek Trail being mostly downhill in this direction and told my friends as much, but after the third or fourth big climb they justifiably started ribbing me a bit. No pain, no gain. They don't complain all that much and actually enjoy getting the workout, as do I, but that doesn't mean they want take advantage of giving me a hard time.

Once we reach Unicoi State Park, which represents the longest section of the hike, we are greeted by one of the organizers at a small table. We check in and are offered breakfast biscuits with a huge slab of ham steak on it all wrapped in foil. It's a nice breakfast to recharge on, though I only about half of it as I'm trying to lose some weight. Through the park, we're required to do just a little bit of road walking until we reach the head of the next section, the Unicoi to Helen trail. 

This section passes uneventfully as we hike alongside Smith Creek, which will soon flow into the adolescent Chattahoochee River that passes through the city of Helen. We pass a couple of other hikers through this section. I don't believe they were part of the event, as I think there is only one trail-runner, one of the organizers, and a couple with a pair of small dogs powerwalking ahead of us. Still, it's a beautiful day and I'm glad to see folks out enjoying the holiday in the great outdoors. 

Reaching Helen, we stop at the last check point and are greeted with a granola bar. From there, we're on pavement, as we make our way through the city and eventually hit the paved Hardman Farm path southeast of town. I've spent a fair amount of time in Helen over the years, but it's really slow today. There are people walking the trail, but other than that there really aren't many people here, which is a little surprising. Perhaps, many of the bars and restaurants are closed for the holiday.

After another mile or so on the paved path, we reach out destination of Hardman Farm. We are greeted by the organizers and offered a place to sit and relax. They have water, snacks, chili and Brunswick stew prepared to refill our caloric gap. Apparently, the chili was donated by the local Waffle House and the organizers added in some fixins for it. I enjoy a small bowl and a bottle of water. My friends do something similar. Though, we're done with the hike we talk about and decide to do a tasting at a nearby winery and then possibly enjoy a German ale at one of the many themed restaurants in Helen. Our distance was about 10.2 miles - a little shy of the advertised 11, but still a great way to kick off the new year. Bring on 2026!