A bare cone stands back from the road, beckoning you to come discover. It’s sides have already been marred by ATV drivers who took the challenge. Yesterday, I heeded its siren call.
I was coming back from the near arroyo when I thought I spied a path to its base, a sort of gently sloping, lowland route. It had the right come hither look, a promise it wouldn’t be hard on the knees.
I started back. The grass covering disappeared to expose the usual tan sand and clay.
Then the bared ground turned into a dry arroyo, a wash completely hidden from the road.
The wash turned into a maze of washes that might somehow, if I followed the right one, lead me back to the arroyo.
The cone became harder and harder to approach.
I turned and found the wash also connected to one that crosses the county road close to my house. I chickened out and took the low road home.
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