February 18, 2008

Mount Potosi Reconnaissance

Foothills of Mount Potosi
My son Brian has a youthful fascination with the military. When I was young I, too, thought I could survive anything while conquering the evil forces in our world. Patriotism is a wonderful thing, and it is good to know that there are young men and women who are willing to put their lives on the line to make the USA safe. But, it is only natural to hope someone else’s child would go in the place of yours.

Although I never served in the armed forces, my dad served on a PT boat during World War II and my brother Neal served in Viet Nam. Both loved hunting, and we always had guns around when I was a child. I learned to shoot when I was in grade school, and throughout high school and college I admit to having enjoyed hunting for rabbits and other small game. Shooting a firearm can be fun, but there is some primal meaning to it when you ponder surviving some cataclysmic event. False bravado can swell up in you while shooting a firearm, a feeling that you can protect you and your family if things become crazy. I know it’s mostly a guy thing.
Looking north up at Potosi pass
Jeep passing old mining camp foundation
Looking southwest from Potosi Spring
I used to visit the Mount Potosi area often in high school and college. It was a well kept secret in the 1970’s, and still remains relatively unknown by the swelling Las Vegas hordes. Potosi is the southern most portion of the Spring Mountain Range, connected to the Mount Charleston area via the Red Rock Canyon section of the range. It has always had a Boy Scout camp and a church retreat facility, but now it seems overrun with other private cabins as well as a Clark County Recreation Facility. Still, it has a certain charm with its pygmy forest of piñon and juniper trees nestled in the shadow of the 8,500 foot Potosi Mountain.

Potosi Spring
Jeep heading back home
Brian and some of his buddies are into the air-soft guns, guns that shoot plastic BBs; a softer version of pellet guns. They play war games using protective masks and other clothing (those BBs can leave a welt), and Brian was looking for a place to play amongst trees and other natural features. Also, he had never learned how to use the four-wheel-drive features of his Jeep Cherokee, and so we decided to venture out on President’s Day for a little reconnaissance and target shooting with our .22 caliber pistol and rifle.
Brian centering in on rifle target
Brian hit the center bullseye
Brian in steady tri-pod sitting position

The Jeep performed exactly as expected, and I think Brian got a good taste of what it’s like to “four wheel”. Brian handled the Jeep perfectly, and learned the great benefit of “low range” gear to climb steep and rutted hills or roll over boulders. And I admit it was fun for me, too. I always enjoyed exploring with my old Toyota 4x4 pick-up, but the Jeep has much more power and versatility.

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Jeep rolling down steep hill in low-range

We found a good spot in the main Potosi arroyo, below the timber line but still in the tall sage, to set up some targets. Brian did very well with the rifle at 50 and 75 yards, but still has yet to master the iron sights on the High Standard target pistol. But it was good practice for both of us, as I had trouble steadying the rifle while free standing.

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Brian shooting target pistol

Afterwards, we cleaned up our target remnants and headed home. On the way out I took some new pictures of the limestone cliffs right at the Highway 160 junction as a reminder of my old climbing days. Next Brian will be asking me to teach him rock climbing and rappelling. Geeze, I think I’m too old for this anymore.
Potosi climbing cliff, note piñon tree rappel anchor at top
Anyway, I think Brian has found a place he can play around in, much like I did when I was about his age. Funny how things re-cycle through the generations.

3 comments:

Liza said...

Well written article.

Travis said...

The small A-FRAME cabin across from the spring & from the foundation is rented from a co-worker of mine. (cabin not in pic) the foundation i was told was a used for bathing by the miners.

FisherDad said...

Yes, I know that A-frame cabin. Interesting about the foundation... it does look like it could have been a smimming pool. Thanks for sharing the information.

Your comment gave me reason to slide through my blog pictures again which caused me to notice something in one of them that gave me pause. In the second-to-last video of my son shooting at a target you can see the jeep trail to the left. Honestly, the picture angle looks worse than it was but it does give the appearance we were endangering travelers coming from the top of the hill. In hindsight we probably should have set up so shots were away from the road, but in mild defense we were only shooting .22s, we hadn't observed any other travelers that day (even from the top of that hill), and we would have easily heard any vehicle coming over before it would ever be in sight (I don't recall ever seeing hikers on the jeep trail, but I suppose it's always possible). Nonetheless, I must admit the range set-up was risky. Sorry for the poor display of sportsmanship.

Now I must get back to the kitchen for "turkey" duty...