Sorry for the goofy looking photos. I had to use my GoPro. My regular camera decided it's battery no longer wants to hold a charge and the spare batt is hanging out somewhere with Jimmy Hoffa.
SteveH wrote:...It's a shame that you had to fly out from across the country to deal with this situation.
No way dude! I'll stick to driving my 4x4. It's only 24 hours behind the wheel (each way), 14 tanks of gas (round trip), and lots of Purdy scenery.
I said that the hole used by the packrat needed to be sealed up
I also don't see the logic of gutting the place of anything useful but not removing a single mouse nest.
I wanna know who changed the door knob on the front door. I would have given out more keys if someone wanted one.
Don't give me credit for anything that gets done up there these days, My second snapped ACL kept me down for a long time and now that I've moved 1300 miles away, I find myself out that way even less.
My respect goes out to those who still head up there and do what they can to keep the city running. I think P&L may still be doing work on the Castle. Thomas M is the only guy crazy enough to hike a huge load of gear up there only to make a list of more needed items and proceed to head back down and make a run to Ridgecrest and like a half dead zombie, drag that second load back up the canyon. Justin from PBB has done his share of work. There are many in the shadows who keep these places together.
But honestly, It really breaks my heart to see the condition of the city these days. 15 years ago, When I started hiking up there every six weeks or so, the place had charm, was clean, and well cared for. Most of the visitors had given back more than they took from the place. All that was needed was simple housekeeping
Now, (to me) it appears that many write in the trail register about how pristine the area is now that the road is closed to vehicles. They then proceed to hike up to the city and leave their trash, wine bottles, cut green trees down for firewood, or tear down the cabins to burn, and take crap's everywhere except in the outhouse.
Maybe I'm just waxing nostalgic. PC's always been a special place to me. My spiritual Shangri-la. A place where I could go to and spend a whole weekend doing nothing but swing in a hammock on the Hilton front porch and never see a soul. My wife didn't understand it until I dragged her up there for her first time a few years back.
I've always enjoyed meeting people up there too. I've spent hours on the porch shooting the bull with everyone from an East Coast Astrophysicist and his Old Marine buddy whom had the biggest bag of weed that I've ever seen, Jeepers with gas powered blenders whipping out all you can drink margarita's, Two really cool gay guys who looked at me funny when I invited them to share the cabin with me, A washed up drug runner who spent over two hours telling me and my buddies how to get away with running loads into Florida. We talked that cat into letting us make him dinner and staying the night with us, but he grabbed his stuff and lit-out when I took off my jacket and he saw the Vegas Metro PD shirt I was wearing. Great times for sure. Even when I shared the Hilton with those snoring Mercy Air medics. I got all kinds of Boyscout stories and I didn't even mention the girls, ghosts, or gunfire. I'll save those for another day.
Anyways, It appears that I've digressed in the first degree.
Who's up for a work party?
Panamint Valley Message Board