North of the Rock Front - "thought that she had more time"

Driving south toward Aliso Park Campground. What may be the rock formations of Lion Canyon, showing as a white area, on the ridgeline far in the distance. A very awesome place.

Someone turned an old storage tank into a house. Cool.

Most of the area in this part of Cuyama Valley is a producing oil field.

What is the difference between a sign that states, "No Trespassing" and one that states, "Absolutely No Trespassing."

Our plan was to spend the night at the Aliso Park Campground. The last time I camped here was in 1983. We found this camper with people sitting behind the tarps and the air saturated with marijuana smoke. It was as thick as a Van Halen concert in the 80's.

Not wanting to interrupt the cannabis therapy we reversed our course and drove back toward CA 166.

The Cuyama River near Rock Front Ranch.

A few weeks earlier someone was throwing rocks into the mud flats.

Leaving these curious dried impact splashes.

Looking back at Brown Canyon. One of the few access points through the Rock Front.

Brown Mountain 4x4 trail. In 2007 we drove this road on the maiden voyage in our first Four Wheel Camper.

Passing by Big Rocks.

We set up camp at Buck Springs Campground.

Jan on her way to the outhouse.

The moon behind the clouds at 9 PM.

Our camp beneath the oaks at 10 PM.

Relaxing at camp the next morning.

Jan thought that she had more time to reach the chairs.

We packed up camp and drove deeper into the backcountry to Paradise Campground.

Another outhouse for Jan to visit.

The trash at this campground had a south of the border theme.

Orion setting behind our camp.

Dawn and a bit of fog.

Self portrait in the morning fog.

 After breakfast we packed up camp and began our drive back to pavement.

Plenty of turkey sign on the road.

We emptied our fresh water tank into this wildlife trough.

Driving back through the Rock Front.

CA 166 in the distance and time for us to head for home.