Another Trail Day

Up very early in the Earth Module the crew as usual is getting up to date on the Google.  The coffee is made and the second cup will be coming up soon. NPR is in the background trying to explain how lying makes no difference to Donald Trump.  The radio says it is 45 degrees.  Cliff by text says he was also up early.  Little Mike will not be with us today he has to get his fifth wheel to the point he can move it for repairs.  The big task today it deciding what to do.  Our Canadian friends were cleaning up the United States yesterday. They picked up eight bags of trash, left by white trash.

Yesterday Kadizzle rebuilt a lot of cairns.  Cairns are used to mark trails and are simply a pile of rocks. There are some purist who think cairns should not exist, so they kick them over.  Many times we have relied on cairns to help us navigate and get out of the wilderness. In fact there are times when they could be a life or death deal.  If you are hurt, or darkness is descending, and you need to get off the trail quickly, the cairn may be of great help.  Cairns go back a long way.  The pioneers used them and even to this day you can see a cairn on butts in the west.  In Ireland rock cairns are often considered art.  The cairn kickers think the outdoor experience should be devoid of man made influence.  The simple fact you are on a trail means you have violated that rule.  Take your shoes off it you want nature. Some people do.  No matter what you do you cannot escape the noise of jets overhead.  As we worked yesterday the moisture in the air and the clouds made the jet noise extra loud.  At any given time there are six thousand jets in the air.  During certian times of day an aircraft goes over about every five minutes.  We are in the area where planes are either climbing out of Phoenix or descending into Phoenix.  Either way it is noisy at times.  You can almost tell the time of day by the jet noise.  In the morning you know around six the first planes will go over.  About 7 there will be a string of plane lights in the air landing.   Many times right over us the planes down shift, or cut back the engines.  The effect is this giant whoosing noise.  So here we go sunny, but cool.