I actually made two stops on the way to the Tungsten Hills but took, no photos. The first was a brief overnighter at Crane Falls on the Snake. Acceptable but nothing to write home about. I probably wouldn’t bother to go back there.

The second was at Spencer Hot Springs in Nevada, where I was hoping for several restful days. Unfortunately, right on my heels was an arctic front bringing 10 degree temperatures. I have camped in 10 degree temperatures. In fact, I have camped in 0 degree temperatures, but the experience was not pleasant enough so I cared to repeat it, so I fled south, winding up in the Tungsten Hills near Bishop, CA.

There was a sweet little creek a few feet from our campsite. This creek occupies what used to be a roadbed an unknown number of years ago, and about a zillion people drove down this road to where it dead ends in the creek, apparently thinking the road still continues into the Tungsten Hills. There is no turnaround at the dead end, so everyone used our campsite to turn around. Well, that is reasonable. They have to turn around, after all, but it got very wearisome after several days, particularly over the weekend when a few of these folks appeared at night, long after I would be driving down roads I was unfamiliar with, having to back out of dead ends between giant boulders in the dark. The first couple of times it happened, I felt pretty sorry for them. It was a bad spot to navigate in the dark going backwards. After that, it just got annoying.