First agenda was to cross Sycamore creek.
Considerable time was spent looking for a good spot for rock-hopping.
The creek was moving at good speed and not all the rocks had dry spots
above the water.
The process had to be repeated two more times.
On one occasion George and Bill tried their hand at building a rock path.
We sidestepped a small flowing stream on FR 3456 from “01”
It’s maybe called a forest road but this section seemed
insurmountable to any full-size jeep.
The stream stopped and the sandy wash became smoother and wider and as
we left “Cactus”.
Snow adorned the north slopes of Granite Mountain.
The sun peeked through small holes in the darkened clouds, as it would
briefly light up a section of the hillside.