Lower Buckhorn Camp

I did another overnighter to try to torture my flabby body and wring the meaning of life out of its pain. This time I went to Lower Buckhorn Camp, which used to be a pretty camp among oaks but now is a burned out abandoned looking place with trash stuffed in the fire grill.

I always thought the trail was called Indian Creek trail, but apparently it is possibly the Indian Canyon trail or maybe it is the Lower Buckhorn trail? I don't know.

In any case, it is very dry out there and I carried water from the Emerald Pool between Forbush and the Santa Ynez River (which was dry) with the assumption that Indian Creek would be dry. Indian Creek was dry except for some small pools a quarter, maybe a half, maybe a whole mile before the Pie Canyon Jeepway, which is not a jeep trail at all anymore, if it ever was. Perhaps someday I will hike it and find out.

Hiking through so much abandoned, or burned, or dried up deserty stuff is a great way to have some solitude and think about the meaning of life. Where do the turtles and frogs go when it is so dry? This creek has so many of them when it is flowing.