CA Highway 1 between Bodega Bay and Leggett

November 9-15, 2014

We drove this portion of Route 1 in our 28′ Motor Coach towing the Subaru – driving North (which is the NON cliff side).

We left Napa and headed west on a beautiful sunny day. We knew that Route 1 would have lots of curves and that we would need to drive slowly and cautiously but we were ready. We’ve done the twisting mountain roads several times before so we felt qualified. As we approached the final rise of land between us and the ocean we spotted a blanket of fog flowing over the hill and through the gaps. Hmmmm… forgot about that.

Blanket of fog – no ocean view

The fog was not bad, more just wispy bits at ground level, but it almost totally obliterated the ocean. We could drive safely enough, we just didn’t have any nice views. We hadn’t been on the road long but decided to call it a day and hoped for clearer skies tomorrow. We think we got maybe ten whole miles on Route 1.

Foggy Beach

Foggy Beach

Sonoma Coast State Beach

The sign said “campground full” but we crawled down a winding road to Sonoma Coast State Beach – Wright’s Beach Campground and were lucky enough to get a site in the full campground as someone had to leave early (thank you Lady Luck!)

Sonoma Coast SB

Sonoma Coast SB

We were camped right on the beach with just a few scrub trees between us and the open beach area. We enjoyed wandering the beach and loved the sound of the waves as they lulled us to sleep. John tried for some good sunset shots and I think they are nice, if not the usual. The combination of fog and clouds is pretty cool in a sort of dark, sinister, and pink kind of way.

Foggy Sunset

We woke to even heavier fog but needed to move on since the sites were all reserved that night. The fog was still not bad on the road but, again, no views. The road does twist and turn a lot and there are several sets of hairpin turns that get you up and around the river valleys but the drive wasn’t bad. No white knuckle grips were needed.

Hairpin Turns

Hairpin Turns

John had to watch the road and only the road so even if there wasn’t fog, he wouldn’t have been able to enjoy the views. We did pull over a few times and enjoyed what we could see of the coast (see, there it is, straight down). Most of the pullovers were on the southbound side so we only stopped a few times between our overnights. We also pulled over when there were turn outs to allow cars to pass but those were usually not in scenic areas.

The Ocean peeks out far below

The Ocean peeks out far below

We drove a bit then stopped in at Fort Ross (see separate posting). Museums, visitor centers and historic sites tend to take us a good bit of time so it was afternoon before we left and we immediately started looking for a spot to camp. We settled on Salt Point State Park, just up the road from the Fort (the Fort has a campground but it was closed). We figure we made it about ten more miles on Route 1… and decided we are OK with that. We didn’t figure to go this slow, but we’re enjoying it and aren’t in a hurry.

Salt Point State Park
This park has two formal campgrounds, one on each side of Highway 1 with overflow camping in their day use lot. We were hoping we would get into a site near the ocean so we could watch and listen to the waves again. Since it is off season, the booth was unmanned and there were signs up instructing us on how to self-register. We had a spot of luck as a ranger drove up just as we did. He saw our receipt for Fort Ross stuck in the window and told us to take that admission price off of our campsite fee. Then he told us we had the option of camping in the overflow lot right near the ocean since we are fully self-contained – we just couldn’t have open fires. We checked it out and jumped on it. It is just a parking lot with grassy pavers but we could see and hear the waves from our windows.

Overflow Lot

Overflow Lot

The standard camp fee for this park is $35.00/night or $30.00 for the overflow lot. We deducted $2.00 for John being over 62 then another $7.00 which was the discounted fee we paid at Fort Ross so we stayed for $21.00 that night. We had the use of the restrooms at the day use area if we wanted them and I suspect we could have filled our tanks with water in the upper campground if we needed to. We really just needed a safe place to overnight and we got that PLUS the awesome ocean views.

John in his Element - mesmerized by the waves

John in his Element – mesmerized by the waves

We both love the crashing waves on the rocks but it totally mesmerizes John. He just stops and watches and time slips away. We wandered the seaside trails and watched the wildlife as well as the waves. The fog seemed to ebb and flow and at times left us in a clear bubble with fog curtains all the way around us. We never had trouble seeing things in our immediate area, we just couldn’t see outside of our “snow globe” bubble.

Gorgeous Rocky Coast

Gorgeous Rocky Coast

There were plenty of open sites in the regular camp loops and they looked decent (not too level but not terrible) with lots of trees, a restroom and water. There is no dump station in the park and no hookups even in the formal campsites. There was a camp host up there but it was just us and two more campers in the overflow lot.

Shoreline

Shoreline

The visitor center was closed when we were there and low tide was after dark so we didn’t get to check out their tide pools.

Kayakers in the Surf

Kayakers in the Surf

We did see kayakers off shore, lots of shore birds and some seals. One seal kept watch on us from the water and three were hauled out on a rock relaxing.

Seals on the Rocks

Seals on the Rocks

Seals and Sea Lions seem to be extremely good at relaxing. We hope to copy that behavior and become very mellow as we travel along.

We woke to a visible horizon; the first we’ve seen since we hit the coast. After I delayed things by chatting with the neighbors, we headed out with the intention of making it more than ten miles this time. We did well but that is partially due to the road moving inland for several sections so we were able to get a little closer to the posted 55 mph speed limit they have on Highway 1 (on those curves, with the cliffs, 55, seriously???) We made it all the way up past Fort Bragg and landed in another very nice state park (Fort Bragg the town, not Fort Bragg the military base – that one is near the other coast – we aren’t that lost… yet).

MacKerricher State Park

The first thing we saw was a whale skeleton. This is very cool but eventually I want to see live whales… lots of whales. They should be coming through here in the next month or so on their way to the southern feeding grounds. We’re watching for them.

Gray Whale Skeleton

The next thing I saw was that they have a whale and seal observation deck. How cool is that? We spent a good bit of time out there just watching the seals and tides, and birds and ground squirrels. And they watched us. As we strolled the beach we realized we were being watched by a seal just out in the first waves. He followed us all the way along the beach, ducking under when he saw us looking back, then popping up to follow again.

Curious Seal - watching us

Curious Seal – watching us

As we crossed the rocks and continued on down the beach we realized we were being watched by a whole mess of baby sea birds. They nest on the shore there and these juveniles seemed to be under the care of only a few adults.

Lots of Baby Sandpipers - watching us

Lots of Baby Sandpipers – watching us

As we strolled the boardwalks out to Laguna Point and the tidepools we realized we were being watched by really cute ground squirrels.

Ground Squirrel watching us

Ground Squirrel watching us

So, if you are paranoid about being watched, this is not the park for you. The critters are everywhere and they were certainly keeping an eye on us two legged intruders.

At one point we saw signs saying “Marine Mammal – stay back, don’t disturb”, etc. I looked and looked and then realized there was a seal on shore right in front of me. He/she blended in with the dried sea grass washed up on shore. We don’t know if it was sick or pregnant or just tired. We’re hoping just tired and that it will swim happily away after its nap. Note that it is keeping a close eye on us.

Seal resting on shore

Seal resting on shore

I wonder if all these critters are out there looking our way and saying “Look, there’s more of those things with funny flippers… I think they’re watching us”.

We really like this park. There are three camping loops and we chose the West Pinewood Campground because it is so close to the ocean (See a pattern here? John likes the ocean so I find sites as close as we can get to it.) We have a big, beautiful site under the pine trees with easy access to water, restrooms, pay showers and eventually, the dump station. They have a paved “Haul Road” multi-use trail that takes you up along the rest of the park or down into Fort Bragg itself. We can access it easily from the campground. We walked part of the trail and discovered that fall comes to the ocean shores also. I never expected to find the autumn reds, golds and greens in the ground cover along the beach but there are banks of it.

Autumn at the seashore

The park also has a good size lake, Lake Cleone, where you can fish or paddle around if you have a kayak. We hiked the trail only to find that the boardwalk areas are closed until renovations can be done. It will be a beautiful stroll when they finish it.

Lake Cleone

Restaurants

We ventured into Fort Bragg for food several times. The first time we ate at Mendo Bistro. It was OK, not great and overpriced. If I’m paying $25.00 for a small piece of chicken, it should NOT be served with grainy, runny, instant mashed potatoes even if they are “flavored with buttermilk”. Our next meal was far better and is just across the side street from the Bistro. We had an excellent pizza at Piaci’s Pub and Pizzeria. It is very small, very loud, very crowded and obviously a favorite hang out for locals. The beer, pizza and service were all good and we would definitely eat there again. Note that Piaci’s and several other restaurants are cash only. Some will take a personal check as long as you write your phone number on it. You should verify this first. We luckily had enough cash on us to cover the bill. We also dined at the Purple Rose Mexican restaurant just next to the campground. It was OK, not great, but reasonably priced. This restaurant only took cash or checks, no credit cards. They took our check even though we are out of state. They were also really crowded and had a lot of locals so maybe we just ordered the wrong thing. We’re pretty good at doing that.

H

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San Francisco Bay Area

San Francisco

Tuesday, November 4, 2014

I had been to San Francisco once before, when I was much, much younger, and remembered it as a really cool city. I was married back then and spent the weekend with my then wife. I remember touring Alcatraz, taking a helicopter ride around the city, wandering Fishermen’s Wharf, visiting the Ghirardelli Chocolate Company, and hanging onto a trolley car.

In the 35 or so years since then, both I and San Francisco have changed. We’ve both aged, in some ways gracefully, in some ways not so much.

Holly and I did a whirlwind, one day tour. We had intended to do the 49 mile scenic drive but friends that live in Napa Valley suggested we take a tour bus instead. I’m glad we did. I should have realized the downtown traffic would suck, but all the construction made it even worse. And there was a lot of construction. It seemed like every other street was being dug up.

We scoped out some of the tour companies and settled on the Big Bus because its basic 1-day tour would take us across the Golden Gate Bridge, one of Holly’s must do items. The tour wasn’t cheap, $40 a person, and the bus only ran from 9am to 5pm. They had lots of add on tours that really cranked up the price. If we had had more than one day, we may have been tempted.

We caught the tour bus across the street from city hall which was decked out with pennants and flags congratulating the Giants on their World Series win.

San Francisco City Hall

San Francisco City Hall

We had a real live tour guide on our first bus, which wasn’t the case on most of the buses. The tour guide told us that the capitol dome was embossed with real gold leaf but the gold on the lower balconies was fake. No one got off to take a closer look and to peel off a souvenir.

San Francisco City Hall dome

San Francisco City Hall dome

I guess city hall was built back when California had money.

The tour bus was a double-decker with an open top. We snagged a seat up top, at the back. The bus bounced and jounced and the wind whipped our hair into frenzied knots. Taking decent pictures was a tough prospect, but I managed to get a few.

We made it across the Golden Gate Bridge and paused for a few minutes at a pullover on the other side before re-crossing back into the city. Everyone knows the Golden Gate isn’t gold, but it sure is nice to look at.

Crossing the Golden Gate Bridge

Crossing the Golden Gate Bridge

Back on the city side, I got a decent good shot of the entire bridge. You can see what I was talking about with the road construction. The approach lanes to the bridge were torn up for several miles.

Golden Gate Bridge and road construction

Golden Gate Bridge and road construction

Coit Tower was built using funds bequeathed by Lillian Hitchcock Coit to help beautify the city. She was a quirky rich lady who smoked cigars, wore trousers, and dressed like a man so she could sneak into the gambling dens. And this was in the 1800s. If she had been alive in the ‘60s, she might have been a hippie, albeit one with money. Holly’s kind of woman – contrary, cantankerous, and fun to be around.

Coit Tower

Coit Tower

The bus drove past the TransAmerica Pyramid which looked much bigger 35 years ago when it was the biggest, baddest boy on the block. It was the eighth tallest building in the world when it was built. When the tour bus passed it, the footprint was much smaller than I expected. Still, it’s an impressive sight.

TransAmerica Pyramid

TransAmerica Pyramid

Of course no visit to San Francisco would be complete without passing through Chinatown. When we had had enough bus touring, we got off and spent half an hour searching for the Chinatown Gate. It’s quite beautiful.

Chinatown gate

Chinatown gate

It didn’t take much imagination to know that we were in Chinatown. Strings of Chinese lanterns were draped across the road. Its streets were lined with stores selling mostly cheap imports, restaurants, and markets selling strange-looking foods. This was a place where English was a second language. Made it more authentic.

Chinatown

Chinatown

While on the tour bus, our guide told us a story about Saints Peter and Paul Catholic Church. Baseball great Joe DiMaggio married Marilyn Monroe on January 14, 1954 at City Hall. However, they posed for wedding photos outside this church. Why not just get married in the church? Because DiMaggio’s previous marriage had not been annulled.

Saints Peter and Paul Catholic Church

Saints Peter and Paul Catholic Church

One of the things I don’t remember from my last trip was Pier 39. I did a little digging and discovered that it didn’t open until late in 1978. That’s about the time I went so it may not have been open yet. The pier is filled with small shops, restaurants, and an impressive two-story carousel. One of the animals on the carousel is a panda – my granddaughter Chloe’s favorite animal.

Pier 39 carousel

Pier 39 carousel

We stopped at a spice shop called The Spice and Tea Exchange that had very interesting spice blends, some packaged with accompanying recipes. The owners were very talkative and helpful. We bought several slow cooker spice and recipe packs. Holly had also been looking for a particular salt and peppa’ blend to recreate a treat we enjoyed on a trip to Belize. You slice an orange into wedges, take a wedge, sprinkle this spice on, and eat it. You get quite the sensation of sweet, juicy, and salty, with a hot pepper bite. Very refreshing. We found something we thought would work and bought it – jalapeno salt. It wasn’t quite spicy enough. Should have gone with the ghost pepper and salt blend.**

Our tour bus guide told us another story, this one about the sea lions pictured below. They appeared here not long after the Loma Prieta earthquake in 1989. If you’re old enough you might remember that the earthquake began minutes before the start of World Series game 3 being played at Candlestick Park. Sadly, I’m plenty old enough and I remember because I was watching the game.

Anyway, the sea lions took over these piers used by fishing boats. The boat captains complained and the city attempted to chase away the sea lions using… wait for it – fire hoses. Yes, the city thought that spraying water-loving sea lions with, um, water would make them go away. Notice they’re still here.

Sea Lions 1, San Francisco 0.

However, even a city can turn lemons into lemonade. They moved the fishing boats to another area, let the sea lions stay, put up “interpretive signs” and turned it into an extremely popular tourist attraction.

Sea lions

Sea lions

I had visited Alcatraz on my last trip to San Francisco. Holly wasn’t interested so all I got was this picture. That’s okay because I suspect Alcatraz is one of the few things in San Francisco that hasn’t changed much in 35 years. It’s still an impressive hulk floating in the bay. It reminded me of a short-lived 2012 series where the guards and inmates disappeared when the prison closed in 1963 and reappeared in the present day.

Alcatraz

Alcatraz

And of course, no visit to San Francisco would be complete without stopping at Fisherman’s Wharf. To prove we were there, I took a picture of this sign.

Fishermans Wharf

Fisherman’s Wharf

Napa Valley

While in the Bay Area we spent some time with friends we met through our RV manufacturer’s forum. Mike and Joni were the most gracious and generous of hosts. They treated us like royalty, something we are not used to. I can’t thank them enough for their hospitality. If Mike and Joni are looking to adopt, I’m available.

They live in the Napa Valley and Mike took Holly and I on a tour of the de facto Wine Capital of the United States. He drove us up and down the valley, letting us tour the Castello di Amorosa, and to enjoy some wine tasting.

Castello di Amorosa

Castello di Amorosa

The castle is a gorgeous reproduction of a medieval castle complete with dungeon. I read the owner’s blog detailing his decades long search, design and building of this castle. It was a true labor or love. No wonder the wine’s so expensive!

I have family (on Holly’s side) that are into the SCA (Society for Creative Anachronism) which is a group that relives the Middle Ages without the plague and other nasty stuff. I wonder if the castle’s owner would let them hold a feast in their dining hall?

Dining hall

Dining hall

The courtyard is almost as magnificent as the dining hall. The only thing missing are lords, ladies and other nobles.

Courtyard

Courtyard

After marveling at the castle for a while, we wandered down to the dungeon, which is the tasting room. I don’t think medieval dungeons were this clean or staffed by such friendly people.

Mike and I tried five different wines. Each wine had a distinct flavor with specific overtones, undertones, and whatnot. As you can tell, I’m not a wine connoisseur. I could tell the wines were different but not why. Still I did end up buying a bottle of a moderately sweet, slightly carbonated wine.

I hope some day, when Holly and I have a fixed address again, to return the favor to Mike and Joni.

J

** Note from Holly – The Spice and Tea Exchange – this is a franchise type store. The recipes John mentioned are the brainchild of this particular store. They come up with recipes using their seasoning blends then package them with the recipe. If you are interested in purchasing the recipe packets, you have to go through this particular store. The Spice and Tea Exchange, #273 PIER 39, San Francisco, CA 94133  Phone:(415) 393-0401. You can browse spices online at The Spice and Tea Exchange but any purchases made online go to the main franchising company, not this store. We plan to call and order from the store itself so we can get more recipe packets. They’ll drop ship to us for a flat rate.

Tall Ship At National Maritime Historical Park

All the way down past Fisherman’s Wharf we found the San Francisco Maritime National Historical Park with cool ships and displays to explore. We got in just a little before closing so we couldn’t explore much but what we saw looked good. There is a visitor center across the street from the pier but we didn’t even get to stick our heads in there before they closed up (we were playing on the ships). We planned to go back but didn’t make it. If you are heading for San Francisco and think it would interest you, the web site is San Francisco Maritime National Historical Park.

While in San Francisco we ate at Las Margaritas in Fisherman’s Wharf. We don’t eat seafood and were having trouble finding a place with decent alternates (and a place to eat that didn’t reek of fish, I was having a little trouble with that). We wandered a good bit and stumbled upon Las Margaritas. We are very happy we did. They started us with a Tequila menu… yes, they have a whole page listing different Tequilas you can order. I’m sure we could have sampled a few and hurt ourselves but it was late and we still had to find our way back home so I went with the house Margarita and John had a specialty beer (probably to the utter disappointment of their bartender – all that training and nobody to appreciate it). Our food was excellent! John had a chicken mole dish and I had something that was very good, but I don’t remember what it was (hey, I had that margarita, remember? I’m a lightweight… and I’m typing this two weeks later).

H

 

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Monterey Bay Aquarium and Cannery Row

November 2, 2014

I’ve wanted to see the Monterey Bay Aquarium for many years and we finally made it. This is a beautiful aquarium with several HUGE tanks and lots of smaller ones. I had a hard time whittling down the hundreds of pictures we took there and I am probably posting too many but here goes…

Tide Pool

Tide Pool

The aquarium does research and rescue work with Sea Otters that live in and around Monterey Bay. We attended a presentation on Nona, a baby sea otter separated from her mother in a storm and rehabbed at the aquarium then released. We learned a lot about the sea otters and fell in love with them.

Sea Otter flying by

Sea Otter flying by

Sea otters are so incredibly cute and playful! There are otters in a tank and you can watch the feedings twice a day OR log in to their web cam and watch them from there. They move fast but I was lucky to catch one as he swam by.

The Monterey Bay Aquarium live web cams can be accessed here: Monterey Bay Aquarium web cams

Giant Pacific Octopus

Giant Pacific Octopus

The octopus was active and awesome! They had several. This one turned bright red for some reason. One was resting in another tank and had turned to a mottled grey color that blended with the rocks it slept on.

Kelp Forest Tank

Kelp Forest Tank

One huge tank is a full kelp forest with the surge of waves making the kelp dance in the tank. They have a huge school of silvery fish in there that swim in formation (think of the fish in Finding Nemo that grouped together to form pictures).

Huge Ocean Tank

Huge Ocean Tank

Another huge tank is the ocean tank with full size tuna, sharks, sea turtles, etc.

Sea Turtle

Sea Turtle

The ocean tank is multi-level so you can see it from several areas.

Lion's Mane Sea Slugs

Lion’s Mane Sea Slugs

The smaller tanks get you really up close to the sea creatures for observation and great pictures. These sea slugs have “hoods” that they open then scoop closed to catch food – they look a little like Venus fly traps.

Chambered Nautilus

Chambered Nautilus

I’ve never seen so many Nautilus in a tank. They have dozens of them in there with many right up against the glass for awesome observation and photo ops.

Live Sand Dollars

Live Sand Dollars

How about live sand dollars? I never saw live ones before but here is an entire tank full. Apparently they stand up in the sand looking for food. They are all fuzzy and kind of purple.

Tide Tunnel

Tide Tunnel – watch the tide wash over you without getting wet

The aquarium had huge areas that were child oriented. They still had the tanks with excellent interpretive panels for the adults but they had a lot of hands on touch tanks and exhibits to interest and educate the children.

Finding Nemo

Finding Nemo

If you go as just adults, don’t avoid what looks like kid sections. That is where you will find the giant clams and several other really great exhibits. Plus you get to watch the kids name all the characters from Finding Nemo that are grouped in one tank.

Giant Clam

Giant Clam

I’ve seen many whelks in my life but I’ve never seen one feeding. Who knew they could reach that far?

Kellet’s Whelk feeding

These whelk were at one of the touch tank areas. There were people standing by to help out and answer questions.

Tank Full of Brittle Stars

Tank Full of Brittle Stars

Here’s another cool tank. They don’t have one or two brittle stars in a tank, they have hundreds of them! Many of the small tanks were like this with whole colonies of the animals together instead of just one or two specimens that you have to search for.

Sea Anemones and Clown Fish

We found the aquarium to be beautiful and informative and a recommended stop for anyone.

Pharaoh Cuttlefish – swam over to say hi

Cannery Row

We were less impressed with Cannery Row. It is a nice shopping, walking, dining area but we aren’t into that so were less impressed than many.

Cannery Row

Cannery Row

I was very surprised that few restaurants had views of the bay. We did eat on Cannery Row and the food was OK but not great so we didn’t do a review. We don’t eat seafood and that is the main food served and makes up most of the restaurant specialties. A review of their non-seafood would be unfair.

H

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San Juan Bautista

Saturday, November 1, 2014

We paid a visit to San Juan Bautista to see the old Spanish mission and the San Juan Bautista State Historical Park, which were adjacent to each other.

This sleepy little town embraces the early history of California, from the late 1700s to the mid-1800s, and its transition from Spanish to Mexican to American territory. It also traces a confluence, as well as a clash, of cultures – Spanish, Mexican, Californio, American, Italian and Irish.

But first, here’s an interesting factoid for Star Trek fans. Before the Spanish came to California, Mutsun people inhabited the valley around San Juan Bautista. The Mutsun spoke a unique language, now virtually extinct. Marc Okrand studied Mutsun grammar for his PhD dissertation. He also created the Klingon language.

Mission San Juan Bautista

Mission San Juan Bautista

Mission San Juan Bautista

This mission was the fifteenth of twenty-one missions established by the Spanish along the coast of California in the 1700s. All the missions were eventually connected by the Camino Real (Royal Road) which followed routes developed by Native Americans to their hunting, gathering and trading areas. Modern paved roads that follow the Camino Real are identified by a bell hanging from what looks like a shepherd’s staff.

This mission was founded on June 24, 1797 and its church has been in continuous service ever since. In fact, on the day we visited two wedding services were held. I felt like we were intruding on other peoples’ private moments and tried to be as unobtrusive as possible.

But besides being an active church, the mission is also a museum. It was well worth the $4 adult/$3 senior admission price.

We wandered through the rooms and displays including the Architectural History Room, Mission Industries Room, Vestments Room, Music Room, La Pozolera Room (kitchen), and Guadalupe Chapel. The curators did a nice job of giving each room a lived-in look, as though the only thing missing were the inhabitants. My imagination took care of that.

The Reading Room was filled with early nineteenth century manuscripts and hymnals, some handwritten. I would have loved to settle into a chair and scan the books. Of course I couldn’t really read them because they were in Spanish and Latin. Although I took French in high school – many, many years ago – and tried to learn Spanish – operative word is tried – I doubt I’d be able to translate any of the texts.

Manuscript

Manuscript

The padre’s dining room or la refectoria, was modestly furnished. I could picture the padre and his guests having a quiet dinner and talking in low voices.

La refectoria

La refectoria

The mission forms a square around a central plaza. Beautiful gardens encompassed most of the plaza, including this incredible prickly pear. I had no idea they could grow so big.

Prickly pear in mission garden

Prickly pear in mission garden

I also came across a lovely poem on a small plaque in the garden.

The kiss of the sun for pardon,
The song of the birds for mirth,
One is nearer to God’s heart in a garden,
Than anywhere else on earth.

After the weddings were over, we wandered inside the church.

Although the church is relatively small, the altar is magnificent, with Christ and saints dramatically backlit behind the altar. At least I think they’re saints.

Altar in mission church

Altar in mission church

This was also the Day of the Dead, which runs from October 31 to November 2. During this period, family and friends build private altars to the deceased, leaving offerings such as sugar skulls, marigolds, favorite foods and drinks, and other mementos. We came across this altar dedicated to the dear departed. Neat in a creepy kinda’ way.

Temporary altar for Day of the Dead

Temporary altar for Day of the Dead

San Juan Bautista State Historical Park

The main elements of this small park are the historic buildings – Plaza Hotel, Castro-Breen Adobe, Plaza Hall/Zanetta House, and the Plaza Stable. We toured all four of these buildings for the amazing low price of $5 per person.

To get a feel for what these structures mean, make sure you read the signs, and there are a lot of very good ones. Without them, these are just some old buildings. With them, the buildings come alive. People were born in them, lived in them, and died in them. I tried to imagine myself in a long ago moment, to feel what it was like to be there at that time.

Plaza Hotel

Originally built as a barracks and armory for the mission, Angelo Zanetta, an Italian immigrant, opened a bar here in 1856. After building a second floor Zanetta opened the Plaza Hotel in 1859.

Compared to other stagecoach stops, the Plaza Hotel was positively luxurious. A steak dinner could be had for 70 cents, a bath for 75 cents, and a room for as little as $1.00.

Plaza Hotel dining room

Plaza Hotel dining room

That’s the good news. The bad news was that while the rooms were cozy, privacy was scarce. Single travelers shared a room and often a bed.

Plaza Hotel room

Plaza Hotel room

You could alleviate any bed sharing anxiety by moseying up to the bar. But then you might have to dodge the horses roaming around the bar, their riders still affixed to their saddles. Young men would ride their horses into the bar and drink their drinks. They’d even play billiards while on horseback! Not sure if they danced on horseback though.

Plaza Hotel bar

Plaza Hotel bar

Castro-Breen Adobe

History lives within the walls of this house.

In 1841 Jose Tiburcio Castro built this adobe for his son, General Jose Antonio Castro, a one-time governor of California. Jose Antonio lived here with his wife and two children, Esteban and Modestita.

Castro-Breen Adobe

Castro-Breen Adobe

During the 1840s the Mexican government confiscated the mission’s orchards, pastures and herds and turned them over to private citizens like the Castros. Many of those citizens, including Juan Antonio, became wealthy and powerful.

In March 1846, John C. Fremont, U.S. Army officer and explorer also known as the Pathfinder, appeared near San Juan Bautista. He claimed only to be exploring and making maps of the area. Jose Antonio, commander of the Monterey District of Alta California, didn’t believe him and ordered Fremont to leave. Instead, Fremont raised the American flag on Gavilan Peak (now called Fremont Peak) and he and his party entrenched. Before Jose Antonio could force the issue, Fremont left. War was averted but not for long as the United States declared war on Mexico a few weeks later.

This minor event highlighted the negative effects of Manifest Destiny on non-Americans living on lands not yet acquired by the United States. Many Mexicans and Californios believed Fremont’s real goal was to conquer California for the United States. (Fremont was married to the daughter of a prominent senatorial proponent of Manifest Destiny.) True or not, possession of California passed to the United States after the war. The remaining natives, Mexican, Californio, and Indian, faced uncertainty, anxiety, and upheaval.

Entering this saga during the war is the Breen family, Irish Catholic émigrés who traveled to California with the Donner Party in 1847. The Donner Party was trapped for months in the snow-ravaged Sierra Nevada Mountains with not enough food to survive. Only 48 of 87 members of the party survived, those who lived cannibalizing those that died. Amazingly, Margaret and Patrick Breen and their seven children all survived.

When the destitute Breen family arrived here in 1847, the orchards had been abandoned. The local priest gave them a place to sleep and suggested they tend the orchard and sell the fruit. It was a start. The photo below shows a jay in a pomegranate tree in that orchard.

Orchard

Orchard

The Breens were introduced to Jose Antonio Castro, who gave them the use of his house rent-free.

After the Mexican-American war, Jose Antonio returned to Mexico, although his daughter, Modestita, remained.

When gold was discovered in 1848 at Sutter’s Mill, the Breen’s eldest son, John, left for the goldfields, returning in the spring of 1849 with $10,000 which he used to buy the Castro house. The Breens lived in this house until 1933, when it became part of the state park system.

Many years ago, I had driven through Donner Pass. So my path had crossed the Breen family’s path once before. History really is a web criss-crossing time and space.

Plaza Hall/Zanetta House

Angelo Zanetta, the Italian immigrant who built the Plaza Hotel, lived on the first floor of this house with his family. The upper floor was used for town meetings and dances.

Plaza Hall/Zanetta House

Plaza Hall/Zanetta House

The bedrooms looked as though they were waiting for their occupants to return from breakfast. Clothes were laid out on the bed. A new day had began.

One of the bedrooms in Zanetta House

One of the bedrooms in Zanetta House

Toys were set up in the playroom, waiting for the children. One of the Zanetta children died when she was seven. Had she played in this room? My mind fills in the empty space with playing, laughing, creative children.

Playroom in Zanetta House

Playroom in Zanetta House

J

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Kern River Park, Bakersfield CA

October 30, 2014

Once we left Zion our plan was to head for the coast and work our way up to Oregon. There was a lot of territory between southwestern Utah and the central California Coast and a good bit of it was desert. We were tired of dry, dusty land so I was having trouble finding a campground to stay in. I’d rather dry camp in a real parking lot than pay to camp in a “parking lot with benefits” (meaning a treeless lot with electric hookups). I spent a lot of time searching Allstays for a decent stopover between Hurricane, UT and the coast. We decided a long day of driving was better than a short day with hours to just sit and watch the heat waves move the dust around so we set our sights for Bakersfield. Lady Luck was with us because we made it to the Kern River County Park Campground and it was another little oasis amidst the dry dusty desert.

Kern River Park Campground (showing only a few of the 50 sites) - Huge open areas

Kern River Park Campground (showing only a few of the 50 sites) – Huge open areas – Photo shows entry to paved pull through

This is a very nice park with large, shaded, grassy pull through sites (many along the river), old but clean restrooms with showers, potable water and dump station (no hook ups). For $10.00 a night for off season Seniors, it was a great deal. They have a bike trail so you can ride around Lake Ming or ride all the way into Bakersfield.

Our site looking toward the river - Lost cow says MOOOO

Our site looking toward the river – Lost cow says MOOOO

We were only there one night so we opted to relax and watch the wildlife. We had herons and ducks and a cow… who was crashing around in the bushes on the other side of the river. It would moooo every so often and look longingly at its fenced enclosure like it wanted back in but didn’t know how to get there. There were houses across the river but the trees and shrubs hid most of them so it was just us and the river and the critters.

Sunset on the river

Sunset on the river

There was a beautiful sunset to ease us into a nice, quiet night in camp. The park is about ten miles outside of Bakersfield but it is an easy detour and well worth it for anyone traveling this southern route.

Our site from near the river - I just love seeing our Phoenix snuggled under the trees

Our site (river is behind me) – I just love seeing our Phoenix snuggled under the trees

Sites are first come first served but they have a grassy lot for overflow campers so there is a decent chance of getting a place to stay. Only four of the fifty sites were filled when we were there.

http://www.co.kern.ca.us/parks/campgrounds.asp

H

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WillowWind RV Park – Hurricane UT

We stayed at The WillowWind RV Park in Hurricane Utah both before and after going to Zion Canyon. This is a very nice campground with full hookups, grass lawns and shade trees. They have a nice laundry facility and rest rooms.

Their welcome packet lists almost a hundred cable channels. We didn’t hook up our cable so we can’t comment on the quality of that. The sites are fairly level concrete pads but there are no picnic tables, grills or fire rings. The helpful lady in the office said that many snow birds winter here because the daytime lows are in the 50s and it does not freeze at night. They have a small but beautiful clubhouse with games, books, coffee, pool table, exercise equipment, etc. Their new building will spread things out a little and was under construction while we were there.

They are a Good Sam campground and our site cost us less than $34.00/nite for a back in site. It is $10 more for pull throughs. They have reduced rates for long term stays. Note that they fill up in the winter so call ahead to reserve or at least check availability before rolling in.

http://www.willowwindrvpark.com/en

They have good, free wifi and our Verizon and AT&T signals were excellent. There is a Verizon Wireless store in the plaza next to the campground.

Within a block is a drug store, grocery store, several fast food restaurants and several sit down restaurants. More can be found on a slightly longer walk. Super Walmart is about 3 miles away and St. George and all its stores, repair shops, restaurants, etc. is about 20 minutes away. St George has a Costco, Home Depot, Petsmart, Best Buy, Camping World and on and on. Most of what you need can be found there.

We took the opportunity to get the regular maintenance done on our Subaru and Phoenix Cruiser. Several repair shops do the standard maintenance on a first come first served basis which is great for someone that can’t wait three weeks for an appointment. We showed up at Subaru by 7:30 and had both the standard maintenance AND a wheel alignment done before 9. Can’t beat that.

WillowWind allows you to wash your rig on site and they have business cards for vendors that will come and wash it for you.

We definitely enjoyed our stay here and would stay here again.

H

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Angel’s Landing Hike (Zion)

Zion NP

Sunday, October 26, 2014

While Holly’s favorite hike so far was the Narrows, mine is Angel’s Landing. This hike pushed me both physically and mentally. I’ve done tough hikes before – a 6-day rim-to-rim-to-rim backpack trip across the Grand Canyon in 100 degree plus July heat and a one day 22 mile round trip from Whitney Portal (8,360 feet) to the top of Mount Whitney (at 14,464 feet it’s the tallest mountain in lower 48 states) and back. Of course I was much younger then.

What made this challenging was knowing that the trail was very narrow and, with a misstep, the only thing between me and the ground was air. Lots and lots of air. In fact, there would be 1,488 feet of air between the Angel’s Landing peak and the canyon floor.

Like most mornings at this time of year, the sky was clear and the temperature was in the 40s. We caught the shuttle at the Visitor Center and got off at the Grotto stop. Along the way we got a firsthand look at rush hour in Zion Canyon.

Rush hour in Zion

Rush hour in Zion

The first clue that this hike was not for the faint of heart was this warning:

Warning

Warning

  • “not for anyone out of shape” – uh, define out of shape?
  • “has a fear of heights” – check for me, not so much for Holly.
  • “start early” – check
  • “if you’re ready to traverse a precipitous route” – check back with me later

They left off a few items, like “if you’re crazy” and “if you want to be eligible for a Darwin Award”. (Google “Darwin Award” and you’ll see what I mean.)

Remaining blissfully ignorant of our peril, we continued on our merry way. The flat, tree-lined riverside trail lulled us into a false sense of serenity.

Serene scene

Serene scene

We broke into the open and there was our goal, a mere 2.5 miles as the drunk staggers and 1,488 feet above us.

Our goal

Our goal

The first portion of the hike, along the West Rim Trail, was not too bad. We trended upward but not too steeply, as the following look back down the trail shows.

On our way

On our way

For reference, not steep is having to lift your foot just a little bit. Steep is having to lift your foot less than a foot off the ground. Really steep is having to lift you leg so your thigh is perpendicular to your torso.  Really, really steep is having to lift you leg so your knee jams into your armpit. “Are you kidding me” steep is having to call a helicopter to get you the heck out of there. We got to really, really steep on this hike.

Using these definitions as a guide, we entered the steep portion of our trip. This is also where the trail must have been laid out by a less than sober trail worker. While it may look like we’ve gone a long way toward our 1,488 foot vertical goal, you’d be wrong. Looks are deceiving. Very deceiving.

First steep part of our hike

First steep part of our hike

After we got to Scout Lookout and just before we started up the really, really steep part of the trail, the Park Service provided another public service announcement. In part, this sign said, “This route is not recommended during high winds, storms or if snow or ice is present.” They forgot to add, “during periods of sanity or rational thought.”

Still feeling blissfully insane and irrational, we started up the first trail, designed for bighorn sheep. The last time I looked, I wasn’t a bighorn sheep. But I went anyway.

First ascent

First ascent

In this instance, going into the light is not recommended. Better to follow those other people to the right.

It was very nice of the Park Service to provide hand rails in the form of chains connected to steel rods anchored in the rock. It’s little things like that that keep Holly truckin’ and smilin’.

Still smilin'

Still smilin’

Once we got to the top of this first incline, we were presented with our next objective. At least there was a bit of a respite while we navigated the narrow saddle between the peaks.

Next objective

Next objective

Once we passed the saddle, we got a good look at our next ascent. Looks like we’ll be tightrock walking. (Tightrock. Tightrope. Get it?) If you look closely, you can see teeny tiny people on the “trail”.

Next ascent

Next ascent

At about this point I starting thinking that I should have been wearing Depends because it looked like we were heading toward some “Aw, s**t” moments. Pardon my French.

There were quite a few times when we couldn’t see where the trail was going 50 feet ahead of us. Sometimes it looked like the trail just ended in thin air. That was a little unnerving.

There was a lot of traffic on the trail too. You had to plan ahead because the trail was seldom wide enough for two hikers to pass each other. We tried to be considerate of other hikers and to make sure we found a place to step aside so they could pass us. But not every hiker we encountered was as patient. Some were just too self-absorbed to notice that anyone else was on the trail or too self-important to be considerate. I thought I had left folks with those attitudes back home, but I guess not.

Just when we thought we were almost there, lo and behold, we found yet another narrow saddle and another ascent. This trail was full of surprises.

By this time, my legs were getting tired and I started worrying about being able to get back down. I know from experience that tired legs are more difficult to control. One thing I did not want to do was trip on this trail.

Are we there yet?

Are we there yet?

Just to give you a little perspective, you can see Holly climbing up the trail. Below her, far, far below her, is the ground. That tiny inch worm looking thing in the center of the image is a double shuttle bus, about 60 to 70 feet long. We are up there!

Perspective

Perspective

While resting, I took the opportunity to see how far we had come. It might be hard to see, but about halfway up the knife edge slope in the center of the image are two pit toilets that mark where the paved trail ends at Scott Point and the Angel’s Landing Trail begins.

Looking back

Looking back

We kept going and are almost there. By this time we’d been hiking for over two hours with only short breaks to catch our breath and to drink water.

Almost there

Almost there

And then we are there, at the top.

Triumphant

Triumphant

Well, Holly went to the top but NOT out to the edge, but she got close enough. She found a tree whose roots wrapped around her like arms and figured that was a good spot to rest.

I did go to the tippy top AND out to the very end of the rock, where about 30 to 40 other hikers were sitting. The views down into the canyon were awesome.

From the top looking south

From the top looking south

Looking down to the north could cause vertigo, but I crawled close to the edge to get this image. The shuttle stop at the lower left is the Big Bend. You can also see a shuttle bus on the road in the center of the image, to the left of the peak. And speaking of peaks, when we started, that peak in the center looked very tall. And now I was staring down at it.

Looking down to the north

Looking down to the north

The sad part about reaching the top is not being able to stay there forever. So we headed back down. This image shows how steep the trail is and how useful the chain handrail is. There really isn’t any room for mistakes or missteps.

Going down!

Going down!

On the way down, traversing Walter’s Wiggles was much easier than on the way up. Going up we had to stop at each twist to catch our breath.

Walter's Wiggles

Walter’s Wiggles

We also got a better look at the slot canyon we hiked into on our way to Angel’s Landing Trail.

Slot canyon

Slot canyon

This was one of those hikes where, when you are done, your body aches but you still feel exhilarated.

J

Note from Holly – yes, I’m afraid of heights but not in a totally debilitating way. I don’t swoon with vertigo but my knees do try to quiver out on me and my breathing tends to get flaky (can you say hyperventilate?). I’ve done the mind over body thing to overcome this before for really cool adventure opportunities and did not want to pass this one up. I made a point of NOT looking down during the entire hike up. I knew that would be the end for me. I figured if I made it to the top, I would be forced to climb back down and that’s the way we played it. I would look OUT across the canyon and kept my eyes on the steps and rocks in front of me. I kept telling myself hundreds of people do this each day and only 6 have died since 2004. I told myself “Today is NOT the day I’m going to die!” I made it to the top, looked down… sat down… and hugged a tree. The trip back down had a lot of “Oh s**t moments as I tried to avoid seeing the drop offs in front of me, but failed. There were many steps where I could see my foot and nothing but the canyon floor past that. I clung to that chain every second it was available to cling to (casual looking, with one hand, but with a tenacious grip). I hiked this trail to prove to myself I could. I did not enjoy the hike, I endured it. I am glad I did it, just because it is a self control thing with me, but I would not do it again and I definitely don’t recommend it to others that have a fear of heights. For those that do not have a fear of heights, it is an awesome trail and not to be missed. GO EARLY! As time goes on, there are more and more and more people on the trail and the wind picks up as the sun warms the canyon with gusts that could blow you off the rocks.

H

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Zion Tunnel-Mt Carmel Highway

October 25, 2014

We chose not to take the Phoenix through the Zion Tunnel. Even though it is shorter than most we were still large enough to require an escort. We figured it would be a long wait to get through so we saved the $15.00 escort fee and went the long way around to Zion and the campground.

Tunnel Switchbacks

Tunnel Switchbacks

However, we wanted to go through the tunnel and check out the park overlooks and trails on the other side so we did it in the Subaru. We needed a day to dry out our boots after hiking The Narrows so decided a drive was in order.

Nice View from Switchback Pull Out

Nice View from Switchback Pull Out

What we discovered is that they don’t have any room to pull over the RVs and Buses so each time one shows up at the tunnel, they stop all traffic in both directions and send them on through down the center line. Then they let traffic flow until there is another large vehicle approaching the tunnel. This must be evil during the summer. We waited about ten minutes for a large RV to come through from the other end and we could see an RV just a few cars behind us so traffic would only flow a few minutes before it was doomed to stopped again.

We had hoped to take pictures through the “galleries” on our way through but you aren’t allowed to stop and our camera couldn’t focus from dark to bright light quickly enough to capture anything… except the side of John’s head so we won’t post those. They kind of look like the “going into the white light” pictures of when you die. Definitely not posting them.

Swirling Sand Dunes

Swirling Sand Dunes

The parking for the Canyon Overlook trail was immediately on the other side of the tunnel and it was packed so we went on down to other overlooks and checked out the really cool rock formations.

Big Sand Dunes

Zion was part of a really big dessert, possibly the largest in the history of the world. So those 7,000 foot peaks are actually sand dunes that were compressed into sandstone. Big dunes.

Layers Bared

Layers Bared

You’ve probably seen sand blowing and drifting and swirling around at one time or another but this is sand frozen in time as it swirled and drifted.

Fractured Layers

Add in the coloration of different minerals and some erosion and you get really neat rock art.

Checkerboard Mesa

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The Narrows Hike via RiverWalk (Zion NP)

October 24, 2014

John and Holly in the Narrows

John and Holly in the Narrows

For those following our blog, you may notice that this is the same day we hiked the Emerald Pools and Kayenta Trails. So much for our planned “easy” first day of hiking at Zion. We had our waterproof stuff with us but were not convinced we wanted to hike the Narrows this day… or maybe any day. But are we ever glad we did!

View on the Riverwalk Trail

View on the Riverwalk Trail

This was an AWESOME hike! The first mile is a stroll up the gradually narrowing canyon on a nicely paved trail. This paved portion is the Riverwalk Trail and it is very nice and suitable for just about everyone.

At the end of the Riverwalk, we arrived at a small patio area with benches where people were either putting on or taking off random clothing and shoes. We used this as a staging area to waterproof all our gear. We wore our regular hiking boots, wool socks and shorts but many people had rented gear from local outfitters. The rentals included any combination of canyoneering shoes, neoprene booties, dry pants, waterproof bib overalls, hiking sticks and miscellaneous accessories like water bladders and jackets. We did fine in what we wore (but we were a bit chilled and I think both of us were coveting those neoprene booties by the time we were done).

Near the beginning of the hike

Near the beginning of the hike

We estimate that we hiked around 2.5 miles up the narrows before turning around and retracing our steps. It took us over 4 hours, most of which was in the river. Since it is a linear hike with a return on the same path, hikers can go as far as they want then turn back. Even a short hike will give you an experience to cherish forever.

(Note – this can be a dangerous hike. Flash Floods, hypothermia and injuries can, and do occur. Always check with the rangers for current conditions before entering the canyon.)

Rock as art

Rock as art

This is my favorite “hike” to date. I would do it again and again if given the chance. I would get a back country permit and pay a local company to shuttle me to the top of the canyon so that I could hike the full 16 miles from Chamberlain’s Ranch to the trail’s end with an overnight camping in the Narrows. The full hike would require walking, wading and sometimes swimming in the river as you follow it down through the narrows. There are campsites in the canyon upstream from the day hike area that can be reserved. This is now on my bucket list. Until that day I can only imagine what it would be like to sleep cradled so deep in the earth in a narrow crevice with the river rushing along beside me… Solitude… Serenity… Peace.

Earth, Wind and Fire... and glorious water

Earth, Wind and Fire… and glorious water

Our hike started with us carefully crossing the river on rocks to a little sand bar on the other side, trying not to fill our boots so early in the hike. It wasn’t 50 feet up the canyon that we had to cross again… and the water was up to our knees. We laughed at ourselves for trying to stay dry and waded right in. WOOOOOO did those first steps feel cold! We found ourselves staggering through the water, laughing. We smiled and laughed a LOT on this hike. It was truly awesome.

Just a short way up the canyon we were tucked right in between narrow canyon walls… really tall, really gorgeous canyon walls. A small waterfall dropped from high on the cliff above us to join the river below and flow around us on its way down Zion Canyon. Drop by drop, the river sculpts the canyon into a wonderland of stone. And we got to hike right through it.

"Hiking" in the Narrows

“Hiking” in the Narrows

I’d like to comment on that word “hike”. In my mind, a hike means putting one foot in front of the other as you traverse an area along a trail. Not so for The Narrows. There is no trail. You “hike” in the Virgin River. There are a few small patches of dry land that you cross back and forth through the river to reach but there is very little of that one foot in front of the other method. The river has a decent current that tumbles and pushes along rocks of various sizes so you step, slosh, wade, twist, brace, and roll your foot on rocks, then step again.

Rocks, nice rocks, lots of rocks

Rocks, nice rocks, lots of rocks

Your hiking stick is your best friend and helps you keep your balance. Even when you hit a little sand bar above water level, it is covered with large and small stones that have tumbled through the canyon so you have to take care not to twist out an ankle as you toddle over them; then, within minutes, it is back into the river again. Maybe one step in 100 actually lands flat on a little piece of sand or smooth rock. The other steps have your foot pointed up, down or sideways. Flat ground always brought a smile. Ah, the simple pleasures in life that we take for granted. We both thought I would be cold and shivering but I was energized and invigorated and happy. It was a journey for the body and soul…

Sun in the Narrows - near the beginning where the sun can reach the canyon floor

Sun in the Narrows – a rare spot where the sun can reach the canyon floor

As I step through the river, making my way upstream, the water sheets over the rocks and pushes and rolls against my legs making an ever changing pattern of swirls and burbling white caps that chatter and laugh as they flow between the tall, silent rock walls. I become mesmerized by the flow as it parts briefly around me then merges back together to hurry past my legs on its journey to places far away. It will swirl and twirl past other hikers in the narrows then tickle and splash the children playing along the River Walk. The water is clear and turquoise and shimmering as it rushes down to play in the sun and the open canyon below.

The rhythm of the water enters my mind and soothes it and smooths it and I feel relaxed and happy and as free as the water flowing around me. I am no longer cold. I am part of the canyon and the river and push forward with an eagerness to see the new wonders that are hidden in the folds of the earth ahead of me.

The trail grows ever narrower

The trail grows ever narrower

I have an ever changing view. The tall, straight walls and wide sandbars fall behind as the canyon narrows. These rock walls have been sculpted by the river into smooth billowing curtains of stone that sway and fold around me and undulate over my head.

Just around one more bend - it's calling to you - wouldn't you go?

Just around one more bend – it’s calling to you – will you go?

The walls seem to dance toward each other, almost touching, before they fold and flow back again like gossamer curtains blowing in the wind that are now frozen in time. We hike on and on as the canyon draws us “just around one more bend”.

Holly in Wall Street

Holly in Wall Street

We feel it is time to go back but the river beckons us on and we keep going around many more bends. We finally reach the dark, narrow section called Wall Street, where it is cool and quiet and serene. The sun cannot reach here. This is the realm of towering walls and tumbling river. There are no sand bars, no ledges, nothing but me and river and rocks. I am giddy with the beauty of it. I look around and feel the emotion bubbling up in me. I want to throw back my head and laugh and howl and cheer, letting my voice bounce and echo off the dark canyon walls before it falls back to join with the sound of the river and the wind. But I am restrained in respect for others nearby that hike in silence and awe. I smile, I turn, I laugh softly as I feel the water and stone that encompass me.

Looking back out of wall street - it's dark in here

Looking back out of wall street

My eyes follow the contours of the walls and I tilt my head to gaze up, so very far up. I feel I could stretch out my arms and touch the cool, hard, undulating rock on either side and that the stone will revert once again to gossamer curtains that swirl around me as the water has done and my spirit will be carried like drifting smoke up to the clear blue sky far above.

The sky above framed in the dark canyon walls

The sky above framed in the dark canyon walls

H

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Emerald Pools and Kayenta Hike (Zion NP)

Zion NP

Friday, October 24, 2014

We kicked off our hiking at Zion with a “baby” hike. It’s interesting that a few months ago, this “baby” hike would have done us in. So we’re definitely getting our legs in shape, even if the rest of our bodies are not following suit.

Out hike took us along the Lower Emerald Pool Trail, the Upper Emerald Pool Trail, and the Kayenta Trail. We started at the Zion Lodge, a beautiful building sited between towering cliffs and the Virgin River.

Zion Lodge

Zion Lodge

We hit the trail at about 9:00am when the sun had yet to show itself above the tops of the cliffs.The temperature was cool, perfect for hiking.

On the way to the Lower Emerald Pool we passed hanging gardens clinging to the canyon walls. These gardens of mosses and ferns are fed by water seeping through the sandstone. These seeps are created when water percolates up to 2000 feet through the porous sandstone until the water reaches a less permeable rock layer. From there the water works its way through cracks to the canyon wall. Using Holly as a guide, you can tell how extensive these gardens are. They are lush, green, and in the middle of a desert where the temperature can reach 100 plus degrees Fahrenheit.

Hanging gardens on trail to Lower Emerald Pool

Hanging gardens on trail to Lower Emerald Pool

We saw many strange things on our travels and seeing a waterfall in what is a desert is certainly one of them. It may not be much of a waterfall, but it’s still a waterfall. Nature takes whatever it can get and manages to thrive. As long as humans stay out of the way.

Waterfall

Waterfall

On the way to the Middle Emerald Pool we had to climb a set of steep stone steps. Like most of the trails we hiked, they are – of course – going up. Sometimes I feel like I’m in an M. C. Escher drawing.

Steps on trail to Middle Emerald Pool

Steps on trail to Middle Emerald Pool

While passing though a very narrow gap, our intrepid tree hugger, Holly, discovered a tree in need of a hug. This brave little tree appears to follow the contours of the canyon walls to get as much sun as possible. Where there’s a will…

Tree Hugger

Tree Hugger

The view from the Middle Emerald Pool offered a magnificent panorama of the nearby gardens and the surrounding cliffs. Can you imagine carving a tiny home in the cliff face and having this as your front yard? No mowing or landscaping required.

Middle Emerald Pool

Middle Emerald Pool

The trail to the Upper Emerald Pool was much more rugged, but not too difficult for us hearty hikers. This was by far the largest pool. Not a ripple disturbed the surface, as evidenced by the perfect reflection of the rocks. If no one else had been around I could have stared at this in quiet contemplation for hours.

Reflections

Reflections

As it was, we had been chatting with some friendly fellow hikers for a few minutes when a horde of middle schoolers appeared. Surprisingly they were not too noisy or rambunctious, maybe because the hike took away some of there boundless energy. Or maybe kids out here are better behaved than the ones back home. Somehow I doubt that.

On the way back we got a great view of the waterfall raining down from the Middle Emerald Pool. You can see the trail we took through the falls. While it might not be Niagra Falls, it’s still neat to look at.

Middle Emerald Pool waterfall

Middle Emerald Pool waterfall

From the Kayenta Trail we got a great view of the Virgin River cutting its way through the canyon (look for the white double shuttle, middle left of photo). This seemingly mild river has spent many thousands of years carving Zion Canyon. As Mr. Spock would say, “Fascinating.”

Virgin River

Virgin River

When we reached the Grotto, we got a nice view of Angel’s Landing, the target of another hike on another day.

Angel's Landing

Angel’s Landing

J

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