Friday, October 14, 2016

Ancient Spirits - Crater Lake!

Stories from the Klamath Indian tradition tell of the many battles here between Spirit chiefs Llao (of the below-world) and Skell (of the above-world):

 In one visit to the above-world, Llao fell in love with the chief's daughter.  He promised her eternal life if she would live with him below the mountain.  She refused, and in anger Llao threatened to destroy her people, rushing up through the opening of his mountain and hurling fire down upon them.  Skell took pity on the people and stood on Mount Shasta to defend them.  They waged battle, hurling red hot rocks as large as hills, making the earth tremble, causing fiery landslides.  The people fled to the waters of Klamath Lake.  Two holy men offered to sacrifice themselves by jumping into the pit of fire on top of Llao's mountain.  Moved by their bravery, Skell drove Llao back underground.  When the sun rose, the mountain was gone.  It had fallen in on Llao, leaving a large hole.  Rains came, filling it with water.  The lake became known as Giiwaas (a most sacred place). 

Crater Lake is a sacred place, not only for young men (still) seeking spiritual guidance for their future, but for many of us as we visit this beautiful, serene place. 

Jack and I had a rare opportunity to be in this part of Oregon on a wonderful clear, sunny October day so that we could spend the time to visit this absolutely gorgeous national park.  They were repaving part of the west rim, so we couldn't make the full circle, but we didn't miss much because of it.  Being in early October, the crowds were minimal, which made it extra nice as well. 

With the sun out, I was really caught off guard when we first came across the snow covered hills.  It just hadn't occurred to me that even though we were over 5,000' high, we would encounter snow so early in the year.  We soon found out (from the ranger) that they actually have snow in certain areas there year around! 

That was only the first of several surprises...;-)   It truly is as blue and as deep (1943') and as beautiful as the pictures and postcards show that it is...  It's not as "touristy" as I expected it to be.  I thought it would be more like Tahoe, with lots of restaurants and shops, etc. all along the route...not here.  Only one, at the lodge, and quite nice too (and not over-priced, I thought). 

It had some fun, unusual "highlights" to discover along the drive as well.  Obviously there were special areas to enjoy seeing various views of the "main island" which is called Wizard Island.  During the summer you can take a boat to it, but there's really nothing much on it.  But there is another smaller island, that doesn't get much recognition, that is pretty cool, called Phantom Ship (because it kind of looks like one).  It's tucked into a small area along the east rim. 

Wizard Island, from Mirriam Point along Crater Lake

Phantom Ship, from Danger Bay along Crater Lake

Another really cool site is the Pumice Castle.  It's actually a layer of orange pumice rock that has been eroded into the shape of a medieval castle. 

Then, further along the rim are the Pinnacles...It's a 6-mile detour from the Rim Drive, but really something to see.  It was these weird, colorful spires, 100' tall, being eroded from the canyon wall.  The Pinnacles are fossil fumaroles where volcanic gases once rose up through a layer of volcanic ash, cementing the ash into solid rock.  Another reminder of what took place here...

Vidae Falls was a small waterfall that comes from a spring-fed creek, tumbling over a glacier-carved cliff and drops 100' over a series of ledges.  At this time of the year, it wasn't a "gusher", but at least it did have some water (more than Yosemite). 

A lovely day, a wonderful lunch and many photos and smiles later, our day was done.  I dare say, the spirit of this lake will stay with me a long, long time...

...on the road in Oregon,   Marie

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Sunday, October 2, 2016

Oh Those Magnificent Redwoods!

We've been enjoying the mighty redwoods for several days train, car and walking through them...we just can't seem to get enough of them!  I've taken more than a hundred pictures and keep seeing "another shot" (even though I tell myself "that's enough Marie").  I just wish there was away to capture the keep some for myself and to share it with everyone else, it's so incredible!  The Sequoia trees have that smooth beauty, but the Coastal Redwoods have such a deep rich smell...

We started our adventure by taking a train, how cool is that?  If you have been following me, you already know that we love trains...all kinds of trains, so put that together with seeing these magnificent trees and what better combination can you have for the day?

The Skunk Train was like no other train we have ever taken before.  First off, the one we were on was almost more like a bus with train wheels (and noises) than any train we've been on. It was built in 1925 and was their Motorcar M100 (the only one of its kind still working). 

The nickname “Skunk” originated in 1925, when motorcars were introduced (today sometimes referred to as railbuses or railcruisers). These single unit, self-propelled motorcars had gasoline-powered engines for power and pot-bellied stoves burning crude oil to keep the passengers warm. The combination of the fumes created a very pungent odor, and the old timers living along the line said these motorcars were like skunks, “You could smell them before you could see them.”

The trip was a 4-hour journey from Willits CA to Northspur CA and back again.  It took us forty miles of railroad running through majestic redwood forests, scenic mountain meadows, and over 30 trestles and through one tunnel.  It even included a delightful minstrel who sang and played "railroad songs" along the way!  It was a fun way to jump start our trip through these beautiful woods!

From here we went to the coast and settled into Eureka for a couple of days.  We took the toad and then ventured into the Avenue of the Giants!  Holy cow!  Now we were really getting up close and personal.  Jack pulled over at every little pull-out so that I could jump out and "venture in" to shoot, oh & ah and smell, smell, smell!  It was heaven!  The weather was cool, but clear and beautiful.  Hardly anyone around, it was like we had the place to ourselves.  Each grove was just a little different from the last.  One with ferns, one with clover, one with lots of fallen trees, etc.  Pure magic.  

We stopped at the Visitor Center, where they had some wonderful displays, and one gave us quite a was of an RV made from one very large redwood log!  The Nash Quad Travel Log (c1917).  It had a truck body, but the rest was made from the redwood log!  What a hoot!  Mr. Kellogg lived and traveled in that RV for years too!  Good for him!  

Our love of the redwoods wasn't quite quenched, so we ventured further north and headed to Crescent City for a couple more days.  We then drove through the Jedediah Smith Redwoods State Park.  Amazing how each area can be so different from the other.  While here we got out and took a small hike into the the Stout Grove and wandered around and around these beautiful trees.  Their size, their strength, their various shapes and colors, their smell, knowing their age...all of it is amazing and mesmerizing.  

We will be leaving them tomorrow, heading northeast a bit, but their grandeur will stay with us forever. There was a quote posted at one of the parks by John Steinbeck that I thought summed it up beautifully "The redwoods, once seen, create a vision that stays with you always...they are not like any other trees we know, they are ambassadors of another time."   I'm so glad we took this time to spend with them...

...on the road,  Marie

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Friday, September 30, 2016

Sacramento…Old and New

In order for us to get to the coast to see the Redwoods…we decided to make a quick stop in Sacramento to pay a visit to California’s State Capitol.  For all the years we lived here, we never visited this particular capitol!  Since we’ve been trying to see each state’s, I thought it was “about time” we added California’s to the list, so we booked ourselves into a campground for the weekend. 

As luck would have it, they were celebrating the last weekend of their “Farm-to-Fork” activities with a street fair with lots of food vendors, music, cooking demonstrations, samples, etc., so guess where we headed first thing Saturday morning?  By 11am it was at least 95 degrees, but that didn’t slow anyone down!  They handed out great shopping bags that quickly got filled up with tons of recipe booklets on how to cook everything from beef to rice.  They gave out samples from endive to jerky.  They had at least 3 stages set up for cooking demos going on all day long as well.  People were having a ball.  Two hours of the heat and the crowds and we were through…besides that, my bag was full!  ;-) 

We headed for Old Sacramento, as all that was in front of the Capitol building, so we decided to save viewing it until tomorrow.  With the majority of the crowds downtown, it was a wee bit less busy here (still just as hot tho).  The buildings and the wooden sidewalks may be “olden” but the T shirts, gadgets and souvenirs are sure the same ole “stuff” (ugh).  There must have been a “candy” store every 4th building (how much sweets can people want?).  We enjoyed the 1853 Huntington & Hopkins Hardware though, that was interesting, and had a good burger at the saloon in town.

The next day we went back into downtown to visit the State Capitol…much quieter.  They have the main floor set up like it was back in 1903-1933, which is pretty cool to see.  It was first built between 1860-70.  Electricity first augmented, then replaced gaslight between 1892 & 1895.  In 1906 a remodeling of the area now called the West Wing created more office space.  The East Annex, completed in 1952, added even more offices.  When a 1972 study of the building showed it to be unsafe in the event of an earthquake (hello, it’s California!), the “Old Capitol” was scheduled for renovation  By 1982 the building was restored to its original early twentieth-century elegance.  Today it is a working museum.

 They also had a room with extraordinary first edition books, including a page from the Gutenberg Bible as well as one of the finest copies of the 1493 Nuremberg Chronicle, the first great illustrated book, two magnificent Audubon's Birds of America (1827–38), a gorgeous illuminated manuscript from the late Middle Ages and James Marshall's hand-drawn map of the gold discovery site at Sutter's Mill.  It was all really cool to see and my favorite part of the whole place! 

Because of the severe drought, much of the lawns have gone brown, I think in keeping with the “no watering” policies.  They still have some lovely old trees…including a couple of redwoods!  

We also made a stop to see the Old Governor's Mansion (1903-67).  No mention anywhere where the current Governor resides (unlike other state’s).   Hm mm...

Well, duty done…time to head to the coast and seek out those redwood trees! 

…On the road in northern California,  Marie

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Wednesday, September 28, 2016

Into The Woods…

It had been over 25 years since I’d stepped foot in these magnificent woods…would it be the same?  My thoughts and memories tumbled onto each other as we drove closer and closer to my most favorite National Parks, the great Sequoia and Kings Canyon in northern California.  I first started coming here as a young kid, somewhere around 7 or so, with my Dad and brother, tent camping.  I immediately feel in love with it…those big, beautiful trees and lush meadows!  It was the one place I knew I had to take my kids when I had the chance!  My boys were just a little older (10 or so) when we went camping there the last time.  They fell in love with it just like I did. 

Now it was time to introduce my husband to this special place…

25 years, and a very long drought can make a big difference, I was afraid of what I would find.  Would it be different?  Dry?  Brown?  Full of dead trees?  Over-crowed & therefore trampled and “ruined”?  Now that I was older and have seen almost all of the other National Parks, would this one still seem so special?  I was having doubts…

We settled into our campground, and the temperature was already into the mid 90’s and predicted that the week was going to stay that way, phew!  The campground was “basic”, but had a surprise of a private little beach with a wonderful pond formed by the North Fork River passing through it!  Beautiful, clear, cool water that was great for swimming or wading (which is just what I did) and sitting and relaxing listening to the birds and the water just gentling running over the rocks.  Soon nice… Maybe tomorrow’s visit to the Sequoias will be another wonderful surprise.

 We got up bright and early and started out.  Traffic was not to bad, only about a dozen cars ahead of us at the gate, that soon disappeared as we began the intense switchbacks.  (gosh, I remember taking those in my little motorhome 25 years ago and thought my front was going to kiss my behind!)  Our first stop was at the “Welcome” sign where we met some folks willing to take our picture (a rarity, we’ve found…and a good sign of the day!).  Then came the “Tunnel Rock”…more friendly people…boy, this was going to be a good day!  


Finally, we entered the “land of the big trees”…and my heart soared.  Everything was still just as I remembered it…still so beautiful, so majestic.  God I love those trees.  I had to get out and hug one (as much as one can, considering your arms only go a tiny bit around!).  Even Jack wanted to hug one.  They just bring that out in you.  ;-)  As big as they are, there is just something so gentle about them.  I know that sounds kind of crazy, but there really is no other word for it, it’s just something you feel when your around them.  Maybe it’s because they don’t have dark, heavy bark like a lot of trees?  Maybe it’s because they seem more “fat”?  Maybe it’s knowing their age (many over 1000 years)?  Who knows…but I saw people of all ages and all ethnic backgrounds in awe of these trees…talking softer, hugging them, touching them, looking at them in reverence.  I also noticed that people here seemed more joyful and nicer than I found when we were in  Yosemite, coincidence?  Maybe…

Our “day-trip” through the Parks took us over 8 wonderful hours… We loved every minute of it.  The temperature was a good 20 degrees cooler at the higher elevation (highest 8000’) and even cooler in the shade.  It would have been great to actually camp inside the Park (although they predicted the temperature to drop to 48 degrees the next day…brr), but no such luck without reservations made well in advance. 

Jack did agree with me…”rocks vs trees…trees wins!”  So…off to see some more! 

…On the road in California,  Marie

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Monday, September 19, 2016

A few days in the Sierra Mountains...

Growing up in California, camping in Sierra Mountains was a natural thing to do.  My earliest memories was going to Sequoia & Kings Canyon with my Dad and brother, being amazed by those big beautiful trees.  That park was my first true love, and I've never forgotten it.  I think I've compared every park to it, ever since, just like one does of their first "human love".  My Dad was born in Inyo County at the foot of Mt. Whitney in the small town of Independence, so we visited that area, via Hwy 395 a number of times over the years, but never going any further than, never making it up to Mammoth Lakes.  Something I've always wanted to do!

We "almost" made it this trip...thinking we were going to traverse the Tioga Pass entrance into Yosemite...but, asking a number of folks if they "had done it" in a Class A, 35' with a toad?  We got a whole lot of "advise" not to!  So...we didn't.  We took the safe route and came into Oakhurst via Hwy 41, settled into a campground and ventured into the park that way.  We talked with a fellow at the Visitor Center about the Tioga Pass, maybe doing a day trip, just to see it...he said a lot of tour buses use it, so we probably could have done it, but as far as "scenic", there wasn't much to see...pretty dry and baron now.  We decided to skip it  ;-(

Oakhurst is only about 15 minutes from the entrance to Yosemite, but after you enter, you still have another hour of driving just to get "somewhere"!  I hadn't remembered that... It's been about 15 years since I had been to this park and Jack's never been.  The last time I was here, I had come with my girlfriends to do some whitewater rafting in early July.  The water levels were high and things were still green.  All the waterfalls were really flowing and the valleys were filled with flowers.  The California drought hadn't taken hold yet.  Today...things are very different.  The drought has been in affect for over 5 years and the Bark Beetles have decimated the forests.  Along with that, it's the middle of September and what little snow they had has long since melted, so the waterfalls were all but done.  The only water flowing was the Nevada falls, way in the distance.  The famous Bridalveil Fall wasn't even wet.  Sad.  Everywhere you looked you saw signs of how dry and damaged it all was.  The Village Road was all torn up with construction (a 2 year project) along with the Mariposa Grove where the Gian Sequoias are (closed).  The one plus was that unlike the middle of the summer, the crowds were not to bad, so we could get around and find parking at all the turn-outs without to much effort.  With the temperatures turning into the 90's, and us not robust hikers anyway, there really wasn't much else for us to see after a full day of driving the loop through the park and all it various stops.

Bass Lake is another pretty spot here in the valley.  We took a nice drive all around it, peeking at all the homes along the water's edge (wow, some of them are really squeezed in close to each other...better like your neighbors!).  All kinds of fun boats, jets skis and rubber rafts to pull behind.  Didn't see that many out on the lake...a few, but it was the middle of the week, so that probably accounts for a lot of it.  We stopped at the marina and watched some families go out and a few kayakers ready their boats.  Lovely day...made me a little envious, wishing I had a boat too.  ;-)

Another day we took the Sierra Vista Scenic Byway through Coarsegold, North Fork (where the exact center of California is) and up along a ridge looking down on Redinger Lake.  It was a pretty drive.  Not to much beetle damage there, because it was mostly Blue Oak trees and Manzanita.

We leave here tomorrow and head to Sequoia for a few days where I'm looking forward to introducing Jack to "my first love"...hope he likes them...;-)   Mammoth Lakes are still on my bucket list...

...kicking back in California,  Marie

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Friday, September 2, 2016

Cody & The Tetons - Revisited...

Our 20th Wedding Anniversary was fast approaching, so it was time Jack and I make plans on where to spend it!  We had talked about it on and off over the months but not knowing what part of the country we were going to be in at the time, we hadn't made any plans.  Now that we were in Montana, and September 1st (and being Labor Day weekend) only weeks away, we needed to get serious about it.

The Grand Teton National Park in Wyoming seemed like "the perfect choice".  It has always been at the top 5 on the list of our most favorite places we've visited.  Quickly checking with the National Park, I found out we could only get 5 days at the RV Campground in Colter Bay.  We decided we would stay a week in Cody beforehand, then go into the Park for the 5 days and stay the 1 special night, our anniversary night, at the Jackson Lodge itself (big splurge).

Three years ago we had spent just a couple of days in Cody visiting their wonderful  Buffalo Bill Center of the West museum, walking through the town, and enjoying the sights and sounds of their annual Plains Indian Museum Powwow, that was taking place.  We just weren't there long enough to really take advantage of all that Cody had to offer and just knew that it was a great little town that we would love to come back to again.

Now was our chance!  So nice to be able to settle in, relax and take in the sights.  One of the first things we did was take the Cody Trolley Tour!  We have learned that this is such a fun way to get to know a town, all the "little known facts" that one doesn't learn on their own!  Well, there's not a whole lot to Cody, but the two guides made it a whole lot of fun!  They took us all around the small town and out to the Dam.  We even caught a few deer grazing on some apples along the way!  They filled us in on all the history (much of it we already knew) but it was fun to hear their stories, especially about the burial of disputes of poor Buffalo Bill Cody (seems he died in Denver at his sister's, so he's buried there instead of here in Cody, much to the chagrin of the town he created).

The Buffalo Bill Dam was quite an engineering marvel, built from 1892-1906, it was the world's tallest Dam at the time.  The thing that I marveled at was that it could only be worked on during the winter!  This was because during the rest of the year the water was so high that it would pour over the area they were trying to dam up!  Those poor men would be working in below freezing conditions, digging, pouring cement, etc. under ungodly conditions!  Amazing...and it's not only still standing today, it's a thing of beauty!

After that, we spent a wonderful afternoon at the Old Trail Town.  What a unique and unusual place.  A gentleman by the name of Bob Edgar and some friends have collected authentic historic structures and furnishings from remote areas of Wyoming and Montana and reassembled them here where Buffalo Bill Cody first started the town of Cody...and what a great job they have done too!  They have located and brought back the cabins of Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, a Wyoming saloon frequented by Cassidy's "hole-in-the-Wall Gang", along with cabins from such scouts like "Curley", a Crow Indian army scout who helped Col. George Custer.  A small cemetery is there as well, holding some "interesting" folks, one being the infamous Jeremiah Johnson who was portrayed by  Robert Redford back in 1972.  He even came here to be a pall-barer when they brought Johnson's body for the re-burial!

On our final night in Cody we spent at the Cody Cattle Company Dinner Show.  What a fun night of good food and entertainment!  Three guys sang and played foots stomping music for a couple of wonderful hours while we ate till out tummies were about to bust!  It sure was a great way to end our stay in Cody!

Because of the fires in Yellowstone, we had a very  l o n g  drive to the Tetons the next day.  Ugh.  But...we made it with smiles on!  The sun was shining and our campsite was lovely!  Nothing like the smell of pine trees to cheer one up!  mm mm

Since we'd been to the Park before, we weren't here to "run around and see everything", We were really here to just sit back and enjoy the calmness of the Park, which is what we really did.  It's a good thing we, or I should say I, really, hadn't given much thought to the fact that when we were here last, it had been the first week of June when everything was still in bloom and the snow was still on the mountains.  Not so at the end of summer.  It never occurred to me how dry everything was going to be...silly me!  Sure looks different in late summer!  When we were here 3 years ago we saw tons of animals, this time, one lone elk!  But in all fairness, we didn't go looking this time either.  It still gave us great sunsets tho!  ;-)

The one thing we did do this time, other than sit by the lake and read, is take the Jackson Lake cruise.  We had a nice tour guide, a young college student here for the summer from Grand Rapids MI, who was quite knowledgeable and entertaining.  As I said, the snow level was down, as well as the water level, but we did see a couple of young bald eagles and an osprey nest.

Our last night was spent in the beautiful Jackson Lake Lodge, a splurge for us, but hey, once every 20 years, so OK!  ;-)  A special lovely dinner in the Mural Room, a toast to us and our life together...ever onward my love!

...on the road, heading west!  Marie

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Thursday, August 25, 2016

The Story of Garnet: Montana's Best-Preserved Ghost Town...

Gather around my friends for I'm about to tell you a wonderful ghost story...

In 1898, Garnet was a booming gold camp with nearly 1,000 residents.  The hushed     woods once echoed with the rumbling of wagons chock-full of gold ore.  Teamsters urged horses down muddy streets.  Mine hoists clanged.  Whistles blew.  Children raced to school.  The town included four stores, four hotels, three livery stables, two barber shops, a union hall, a school, a butcher shop, a candy shop, a doctor's office, an assay office, and thirteen saloons.  The surrounding mountains were rich in gold-bearing quartz so Garnet grew rapidly until about 1905 when many of the mines were abandoned.  The 1910 census found only 150 residents.  In 1912, fire destroyed many of the commercial buildings and by the 1920's Garnet was a ghost town...

Today, we need our imagination to hear the piano tinkling when we enter into Kelly's Saloon or to feel the heat of the forge at Billy Liberty's blacksmith shop.  When we climb the stairs of Mrs. Well's fine hotel, we have to picture it when the wallpaper was all in tact and beautiful, the tables all set, the beds all made up, ready for her guests...

Twenty-two buildings they were able to preserve, which is quite a lot considering that many were lost in the 1912  fire.  In 1934 when President Roosevelt raised gold prices from $16 to $35 an ounce, Garnet revived.  With the higher price and new extraction and refining technology available, a new wave of miners moved into abandoned cabins and began re-working the mines and dumps.  By 1936, Garnet had grown to some 250 residents.  During this era, miners also constructed a number of new log cabins.  Life was good in Garnet. 

It was not to last, however, with the onset of war drew the population away again.  By 1942 the post office closed and only a few hardy residents remained.  Soon, souvenir hunters began stripping the town of loose items, even doors, stained glass, artifacts even woodwork.  The Bureau of Land Management and the Garnet Preservation Assn. stepped in to secure title to properties, with the goal of protecting, stabilizing and eventually interpreting this important physical reminder of our mining heritage.  Garnet is now recognized as one of Montana's most intact ghost towns, and thousands of visitors make the trek up the steep mountain roads each year to experience history first-hand. I'm sure glad we did!

Garnet Ghost Town MT

Kelly's Saloon (c1898), Garnet Ghost Town MT

Ole & Marion Dahl's 1930s Tavern or "Speakeasy", Garnet Ghost Town MT
The Honeymoon Cabin (c1896) Newlyweds could live rent free until another newly couple came along       
The J K Wells Hotel (c1897) was the most impressive bldg in Garnet

Billy Liberty's Blacksmith Shop (c1896), Garnet Ghost Town MT 
Last looks...Garnet Ghost Town MT

...on the road in Montana,  Marie

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