Post #149774 by Satan's Sin on Mon, Mar 28, 2005 4:55 PM

"Morteros?" So that's what they're called.

Yes, have seen a few. Campsite was 5 miles down a jeep trail in Indian Canyon. Just off the trail is a very small plateau. Back of plateau is a very large boulder (and a boulder-y hill behind that) with a very old fire pit in front, and in back, where a slab fell off the rock whenever it rolled downhill hundreds or thousands of years ago, are three morteros (for grinding acorns, right?}

In front of the plateau is a view across to the other side of the canyon, across a scrubby plain and hundreds of spindly ocotillo (now in full bloom). You point your camp chairs this way, and when the stars come out and the boombox pumps out Frank Sinatra's cover of "Fly Me to the Moon," it is very much time to have a camp-made Manhattan.

I'll post in the "Tiki Events" section next time my friends and I decide to party down at this place. I did last time, but there were no Tiki Takers. Maybe next time!

Don't get on the ship! Don't get on the ship!

[ Edited by: Satan's Sin on 2005-03-28 16:56 ]