Sunday, December 21, 2014

Hiking in Pinnacles National Park

Feeling the need to get away and do some real camping and hiking, we headed south toward Gilroy, garlic capital of the known universe (and more repulsive than ever (aromatically)), and then further, through Hollister, to Pinnacles National Park, only about 100 miles from Menlo. Pinnacles is the nation's newest NP, authorized in 2013, although it began as a national monument in 1908. Among those supporting its founding then were President TR, Gifford Pinchot, and David Starr Jordan. Pinnacles is not all that spectacular--it's nice, but not spectacular at all, if you ask me--and one suspects the history and pedigree have much to do with its new, much-upgraded status as a NP. Anyhow, after holding our noses and stimulating Gilroy's economy, we spent a pleasant evening at Pinnacles NP campground, visiting with a Dutch couple doing in the Americas what we did in Europe, and then we went out hiking the next day.
On the trail again



















Thus



















Much of the rock is a sort of conglomerate, an
upthrust smack in the middle of the San
Andreas Fault





















You don't want to be standing under the overhang when the
Big One comes
















Out of the canyon and approaching a clump of pinnacles















Thus















Interesting tree near where we had lunch















Climbing is permitted in the Park; this kind probably not
encouraged, however
















Pinnacly ridge















Ditto















A formation we dubbed "the castle"















Vicki in an arch; the CCC did much of the
trail building and improvement here; not
pictured: some of the gorgeous stone buildings
they built, now used for Park staff residences





















Interesting striation















View from the ridge crest















Intrusion?



















View from the ridge crest; apart from the view, another reason
for hiking up to the crest was to get cell reception (the visitor
center and campground are in a deep hole) and to learn more
about the storm moving in the next day (later known as the
Pineapple Express); assessing the forecasts, looking at the terrain
and evidence of previous flooding and at all the fallen giant 
oaks in the campground, we decided to save the rest of 
Pinnacles NP for another, drier day, and drove back to Menlo 
to weather the storm there

Saturday, December 20, 2014

Outings With P

Our weeks in Middle California have been spent largely in work on the camper--ever more gadgets, appliances, alterations--and in a variety of outings with grand-daughter, P. Here are scenes from a few of them...
At P's school on Art Night



















Self-portrait de style Africain



















Anxiously awaiting arrival of the CalTrain Holiday Train 



















Right on time...



















And we're right in the front row...so to speak















As the show goes on, characters emerge to
interact with the kiddies




















Santa bestows Christmas blessings















A California thing, apparently















Sudsy snow in Menlo Park















Happy little girl















At the American Girl store



















With Santa at Stanford mall
















Tuesday, December 2, 2014

In the Depths of the Forest...

We took grand-daughter P on a camping trip over the long Thanksgiving weekend to the Little Basin State Park in the mountains north of Santa Cruz. (The week before we had driven from the north coast via Redding and Vallejo to Menlo Park, parking at Rebecca and Jeremy's). Little Basin was the only state campground nearby that had vacancies...it's a few miles south of Big Basin, California's oldest state park and home to some of the state's most majestic redwoods. Little Basin's redwoods were majestic enough, and the campsites are scattered in the woods around the central meadow/basin. The place was originally a retreat/conference center for H-P employees (remember H-P?). The basin is a hole in the mountains surrounding it, and the campsites are by and large quite dark, owing to the thick and immense trees. In late November, there's barely enough light to go around anyway. So there we were, with P, four days and three nights, in the depths of the forest (Siegfried, Act II), also without much phone signal nor wifi. Fortunately, P provides all the entertainment anyone (well, any grand-parent) could want.
Plenty of light up high, not so much on the
ground




















Typical site, adjacent to three different redwood fairy rings















Big stump and ring adjacent to our site















Thus















It's California, where we practice crumb-clean
camping




















But you can have campfires...and roasted hot dogs and
s'mores...(is this what they mean by paleo?)
















The main playground; Little Basin really has a lot of features
and facilities, especially for groups (we shared it with half a
dozen other families and with a couple score of Bay area Muslim
men on a religious retreat); its one shortcoming is sanitary
facilities, of which it has two small blocks (apparently H-P
employees were thought to be above mortal needs; or, since
they were probably nearly all guys, it was expected they'd go
behind the bushes); but I digress; above, Vicki heads for the
swings, and P begins her customary granular inventory...





















Grandma just does not understand about playgrounds and sand...















Somewhat later















And somewhat later still, tea party time in the camper; with
pie crust cookies from home (we did have pumpkin pie, our
one concession to tradition)

















In a small rig, everyone has to find his or her
own space....




















Snug in her bag



















Another day, hiking on the Tan Bark Ridge trail















Dusk--3:30 PM or so--brought deer out onto the basin; P got
quite adept at spotting them















Looking up from the center of one of the big fairy rings















Saturday, the (torrential) rains began--it's monsoon season
in California, where, after three years of record drought, the
rain is welcome; and on Sunday we drove back to Menlo Park