More Elevenmile Trail Daze

Sunny day, light breezes, a shovel, a rake (of sorts), two buckets, one man and about 250 feet of washed-out trail, on a steep hillside.

Sounds like a job for the Curmudgeon.

Here's what I started with:

Washed out gravel: my materials source

View from the top, looking down the hill toward camp

Campsite gully

By 3 pm, this is what it looked like

Skies start to cloud over, as thunder rumbles to the north.

Inferior materials!

Five hours later: 250 feet of trail, 70 buckets of gravel, one broken rake.