Friday, May 8, 2015

California Campin', 5: Big Trees, Big Waves...

After camping at Wawona, we spent the morning walking among the big trees in the Mariposa Grove, then drove south, out of the park, and camped two days on forest road 5S 17, in the Sierra National Forest: rest and relaxation, and only one longer hike down the road.
Spring growth in the Mariposa Grove: what are these things?
We forgot to ask the rangers....
















The interestingly named "Faithful Couple" tree:
above, it splits into two giant trunks and then
soars; which occasions the question...who names
these trees? and why not "Schizophrenic Tree"?





















The so-called "Bachelor and Three Graces"
clump, which I have re-christened "The Menage
a Quattre avec Voyeur
" clump; in future visits,
I will endeavor to more appropriately rename
all the trees in the Grove






















Our site off of 5S 17; we both needed to recuperate from
P-induced colds
















We drove on to Fresno and spent the afternoon with the nice
folks at Sportsmobile West--a custom-camper firm we've always
admired--and then spent the night with Rich Sam...a firm we do
not admire, but which permits scum like us to park free over-
night; we always try to park near the "outdoor living" department;
according to Bernie Sanders, the immediate descendants of Sam
Walton own more than the lowest 40% of the American people



















The real estate west and south of Fresno was as flat as I have
seen, although, happily, it was mostly planted in vineyards; I
think this must be where $2.49 Chuck must originate; mile
after mile after mile

















We lunched here, at the James Dean "Heaven Tree," just a few
hundred yards from where he and his Porsche 550 Spyder ended
their careers; icon of icons...

















Route 41 took us all the way to Morro Rock on Morro Bay















And the beautiful electric plant adjacent...















San Simeon, Hearst Castle: Rosebud; been there, done that, in
1990, we think















Kite surfing 















Thus















And thus















And thus















In the Big Sur















The hills to the east...California, especially the high country, is
a tinderbox...



















California Campin', 4: Yosemite

After Pinecrest we moved on to three nights in the campgrounds of Yosemite National Park, two in the Valley, the third at Wawona. We've visited Yosemite many times over the years, starting in 1972, as a number of previous blogposts attest. Even with the crowds, it's always an amazing place.
First view of the Valley, driving up from the Priest Grade















Upper Yosemite Falls, and Lost Arrow Spire, and Yosemite Peak















North Dome



















Parked for the day while hiking: with the well-insulated
Bigfoot, we look for sunny locations in order to re-charge
the batteries; one returns to a comfortable camper, with
100% SOC





















Hiking up toward Vernal and Nevada Falls



















Thus

















Nevada Falls (or was it Vernal?)















NPS deer, in a parking lot, totally uninhibited















Afternoon view of Half Dome















On a hike to Lower Yosemite Falls



















"Yo no soy marinero, soy el Capitan!"



















The Nose in profile

Wednesday, April 29, 2015

California Campin', 3: Pinecrest

We stayed in Menlo Park until P's 4th birthday...















Thus















And thus















And then headed up to Stanislaus National Forest and its
wonderful Pinecrest campground...recommended by one of
Rebecca's neighbors...a snow flurry had passed by, but it all
melted away within a day or two

















The beach at Pinecrest Lake















Campground amphitheater; sort of after the Greek model















Moonshine and treetops















Lunchtime view, walking around the lake















OK, it's not a lake, it's a reservoir















Vicki walking across the dam















The dam















Cultural note: "and forge the uncreated conscience of my race"?















All this on the Pinecrest National Recreational Trail















On a rock face, a precarious existence in this historically dry year

Sunday, April 19, 2015

California Campin', 2: Pinnacles National Park, Again

During her spring break, we took P down to Pinnacles National Park. We were there in December, but our stay was shortened by the Pineapple Express...probably the last significant rain this place will see for many months. Anyhow, despite a cold, P enjoyed it, hiked like a trooper, took up entomology, and earned her Junior Ranger's badge.
Our campsite at Pinnacles...rather more crowded than in
December, particularly with school groups
















On a hike to the Bear Gulch cave















Bug of the day; these warm and dry climate-loving fellows
have now devoured about 20% of the West's forests, I've read;
and seen, everywhere















Close observation led to the conclusion that maybe this one was
too big and icky to capture; alas, two of the ladybugs did not
survive their overnight captivity in the bug house, although two
others did and were freed the next morning; as part of her
Junior Ranger oath, P later swore not to feed nor capture any of
the Park's animal residents--we'll see if this oath holds against the
interests of Science; earlier she learned the hard way not to touch
unknown plants; note Junior Ranger vest...





















Part of the trail



















Pinnacles















The "cave" is mostly chock-stones over a
narrow defile




















Steps in the cave



















Outside and atop the cave; a lot of people
come to Pinnacles for the practice climbing
areas; the conglomerate makes for easy
foot- and hand-holds





















With appropriate ironmongery















Thus















Lizard of the day















Another day, Grandma and P became the audience for a NPS
videography session (not shown...two afternoons at the unheated
pool, braved by Grandpa)

















The talk was about Pinnacles' significant population of
California Condors...9 foot wingspread; alas, we only saw
turkey vultures

















Alas, alack, all of Pinnacles is under a fire-ban
that probably will last until next fall's rainy
season begins; we saw many years of drought
in Montana and many such fire bans there; and
fires; not a pleasant thought with talk of a
mega-drought affecting the US West...traveling
the West, and now California, I have an ominous
feeling of seeing so much now for the last time...
beetles and fires and drought don't leave a
pretty aftermath