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| - I have always believed that a mountain was dragon. A dragon whom had snatched a virgin princess whom was never to be seen by anyone again. In this particular case, there once was a dragon called Gass (Peak).
In 1996, I arrived in "The Meadows." When I would eventually get my bearings and properly orientate myself to the valley, when I looked north I spied the monstrosity. A curious glare would be cast down from above like the eye of Sauron when the sun would hit an angle along it's ecliptic. I would gaze on high and feel as if the summit called to me. Better yet........mocked me. It's taunts beckoned me to slay the beast and rescue the princess.
Time would pass and pass..........and pass. Every morning I woke up and went about my business anywhere in the valley, when I looked north...there was the beast in all of it's magnificence...scorning me.
Almost 20 years later, two knights (Zack M. & myself) with the passion of Don Quixote, formulated a plan to slay to giant.
With one war chariot left at a nearby reservation, the two would take another more robust war chariot to the base of beast, slay it, and rescue the fair maiden.
The path is well traveled and recently paved heading out to the Nevada Wildlife Refuge. At the only intersection, the direction (Mormon Well Road to Gass Peak Road) was easily illuminated.
Smaller chariots were observed in the area but be forewarned, this is a rough road.
This journey is not for the faint of heart and it is highly recommended that if attempted...in the months especially when it his hotter than Hades, one should plan for every contingency because despite the illusion...you are in wild country. WATER!
Some 35 minutes of travel you can expect to find a very recognizable trail head. At this trail head, arrows were literally shot and heavy packs were laden on the backs of the knights in preparation for future battle.
The two would march off looking to climb the spine of the tarragon. A word to the wise...when you meet the fork: TAKE THE RIGHT even when everything is telling to take the left.
Up and up went the knights (who took a left and then blazed their own route). Strengthened by previous adventures, they went higher into clouds. When the beaten track began to fade, a cairn would materialize and show the way.
Fearing that my time is running short as are my yelp characters, let me speed up this tale. We made our way up the spine of the beastie and this knight's lower armor (shorts) began to sag. Fortunately, beneath the armor lay another form of protection. When I reached the summit this knight became a jester, as I was now wearing my armor around my ankles. Armed now only with spandex, a timely spear of joy was thrust into the heart of Gass.
The princess (view) had sadly (but expected) already been claimed. Many times in fact, but not by many yelpers. The summit log is located between the benchmarks, and it was full of previous conquistadors. Sauron is nothing but solar panels fueling the communication needs for various agencies.
But this was the moment of greatness for Zack M. & Paul W. We celebrated our victory with song and the sweet taste of unicorn tears.
Heading down what was now a trail of redemption and victory, my thoughts drifted to preparation for future adventures.
As of 02/21/16, when I catch Gass Peak out of the corner of my eye, I can't help but smile and feel an overwhelming sense of satisfaction. GO SLAY YOUR DRAGON!!
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