Today is Tuesday and of course it is the day of the weenie roast ceremony.
There were many more people than I am accustom to on back country trips.
We all met at the front entrance to the RV park.
There were 9 rigs in the group and remarkably we started off more or less on schedule, around 11:15.
We crossed the bridge and turning right dropped into Tyson Wash.
It is about 7 miles to the official roasting sight and we all arrived there with no trouble. We set up our tables and chairs around 3 sides of the ceremonial pit where Roy kindled the sacred fire.


We unlimbered our hot dog sticks, impaled the sausages on the points and began the ritual burning of the dogs. Some of us burned bread with which to hold the blackened franks. Others warmed tortillas for low carb mystery meat wraps. We all shared condiments and side dishes.
After the dogs had been consumed some of the ladies toasted gigantic marshmallows and after dipping the blackened confection in a cup of Baileys Irish Cream. They consumed them with moans of orgasmic delight.

After a suitable interval the group began to separate into small parties and we drifted off in our vehicles to wander aimlessly around the desert.
We followed Becky and Dennis' Rhino through gullies and over steep sharp topped hills.

Behind us were Susan and Dennis of Ontario in the only other Jeep and another Canadian couple whose name I don't recall driving there Polaris.
Around and round and up and down we went like horse on a merry go round until we came to Tyson Wash at the point where a large outcrop of rock juts up from the east bank. Last year we stopped at this rock to view the Petroglyphs inscribed upon it.
We tarried here so those among us who had not seen them before could have a look.

While we were there two other vehicles arrived from our weeny roast group and informed us that on the west side of the wash was another outcrop with grinding mortises worn in to them. We crossed the wash and climbed the hill to view these ancient artifacts.

From there we recrossed the wash continuing east until we came to the old Yuma Rd. where we turned north. After following Dennis K. into a col-d-sac we managed to find the trail again and in no time were climbing out of the wash near Silly Al's and back home.