I was by myself, and I had enough water to get me up northward on the trail to Yuba.
And it was in the afternoon, I started hiking as fast as I could.
I got quite a ways north, and I was running out of daylight.
It was getting quite dark, but the place I was at was very, very rocky.
There were just a couple of places that had sand, kind of like a platform, big enough for me to set up my little tent.
However, when I got to one of those, there was a big horned sheep laying there dead, killed by a mountain lion.
You can see the whole battle that took place in the sand.
You can see what had happened.
I was getting nervous, because there were very few places I could sleep that night in this general area, but I did not really want to sleep right next
to a big horned sheep that had only been partially eaten.
I was able to find maybe 30 feet away another one that I could set up my tent, but that was a long night thinking about that big horned sheep just 30
feet away and the mountain lion that is probably really near watching what was going on.
I was by myself. |
