That’s right. Desert hiking, not dessert hiking.
About a mile and a half out we lost the trail.
He: I see the trail over there, next to the road.
Me: What road? All I see is a dry flash-flood river bed.
He: Over there. I see tire tracks.
Me: I think we should retrace our steps back to the trail head, but okaaaay . . .
So we follow the trail-road (river bed),
and come to a sign. What could it mean? Scout diagrams elude me. Turn left? Turn right? Run for your life?
We soldier on and come to . . . a cliff that must turn into a spectacular waterfall during those flash floods. It’s hard to tell from the shot below, but imagine two small images standing in front of the red arrow, looking down.
We turned around and retraced our steps.