Our ongoing search for water takes us to Hanaupah Canyon where Shorty Borden mined silver in the 1930’s. At the age of 66, Shorty built a road from the valley floor into the canyon (9 miles) using only “a pick, crowbar, shovel, a small amount of dynamite, and burro power.” In the end, it cost more to transport the silver ore out of the canyon than it was worth, and Shorty’s dream ended. (http://www.nps.gov/history/history/online_books/deva/section3a15.htm)
As we head into the canyon, we wonder if our search for water will be more successful than Shorty’s silver mine.
Death Valley is full of surprises, full of secrets. In the interest of preserving fragile sites, most people (including me) don’t mention these places; however these pictographs are pretty well known. In Death Valley, pictographs (paint on rock) is much less common than petroglyphs (chipping or carving on rock).
As we trudge up the canyon, we come across this chuckwalla. Female chuckwallas have scattered spots while males have red/orange bodies and dark heads.
Shorty located his mining operation near a spring that feeds a small stream that runs down the canyon a short distance. Green shrubs line the creek.
This is Shorty’s mine, but Larry wishes it was his.
We hike an old mining road past Shorty’s place and on up the mountain.
The old road is in bad shape. Even Moby would have trouble with this one.
The old mine shaft at the end of the road was unstable, so it was blasted closed (I assume). All we found was a jumble of rock and great views.
We return to Moby after dark and with sore feet. We found good water, and Larry marks it on his map for his someday backpack route. In the morning, we enjoy the sun and Moby’s luxury accommodations.
Larry makes dinner, and we plan for tomorrow. What’s next?
For entertainment, we watch the changing evening light over Badwater Basin and the Funeral Mountains as the sun sets over Telescope Peak behind us.