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The July 13 ballgame at San Francisco’s AT&T Ballpark was a wonderful experience. It was our first of game of the year, between the Giants and the Oakland A’s. We got off BART at the Embarcadero and walked to the ballpark. It was one of those half-foggy, half sunny days, not cold and not hot.

San Francisco has one of the very few ballparks where a ferry delivers fans directly to it. The only issue for a fan is that when a game goes into extra innings, the ferry won’t wait it out.

A 2007 image of McCovey Cove

We got there early to get our usual California Cookout Polska Kielbasa. A 10-inch sausage rests on a totally inadequate bun, topped with onions, peppers and sauerkraut. Then you add the other condiments you desire. We decided to eat them at a table because they are messy! My method is to nip off the top of the kielbasa sticking out. In order to lift the remainder, I try to wrap the paper around the huge concoction like a small blanket around a big baby. I was full the rest of the night.

We got to our great seats (thank you Kevin and Sue) behind home plate. Our area seemed to be half Giants fans and half A’s fans. But everyone was pretty mellow and nobody was overtly drunk or swearing constantly. Madbum (Madison Bumgarner) was pitching and I had a Friday-the-thirteenth feeling the Giants were going to win. As usual, swallows or swifts flitted around as the game started, apparently dislodged from some rooftop nook in the park.

The first three innings were scoreless. That gave me a chance to look around. Almost all the seats in the Club sections have spectacular views of the Bay. As the daylight dims, the stadium lights come on, giving the field an unearthly brightness. Green grass under pink, blue and gray sky. The fog continued to drift inland.

The Giants broke out with 5 runs in the seventh inning and we Giants fans were jubilant. It’s rare these days to see that kind of scoring in one inning. In the meantime, misty curls of fog were twirling over the top of the stadium and disseminating before it hit the field. It was magical.

The game was in the eighth inning and the score was 7-1. The usual crowd of sea gulls started to fly overhead, reminding us that they were waiting for us to leave so that they could scavenge the leftovers in the stands.

We decided to leave before the game ended. Light rail streetcars stop in front of the stadium so we crowded onto one of them, listening to people rejoicing or bemoaning the game. As we trundled along the Embarcadero, the Bay Bridge came into view, lit by thousands of led lights moving in abstract patterns. What a great place we live in.

2015 The arrow on the Embarcadero

2015 The Bay Bridge lights

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April 28-30   Driving and Oceano

We weren’t sure where we would spend the night but it was going to be a long drive regardless. It was pleasant though. We took I-15 for quite a way then regassed in Barstow and started the familiar leg on CA-58, through Blood Alley (a part of the highway that has a treacherous crossroads at Kramer Junction) and on  up to Tehachapi.  I was hoping to spend the night there because we never have never been to the town. (I visited Donna Vetromile there once in the 70’s.) But it was very windy and we would have had a cold, gusty evening. So we continued down to our go-to place in Bakersfield: the Desert Palms.

After that 250-mile drive, we drove another 150 miles on Sunday. CA-166 was astounding. We drove past more than 20 miles of what we guessed were orange trees. The “groves” also went miles to the north and south of the road. After that, miles of grape vines. We saw lots of ground prepared for planting as well. The amount of water needed for this is frightening to contemplate.

When we reached Carrizo Plains, a protected area, the terrain reverts to its natural state – mountains and grasses. Then, once past that, back to huge farms and finally to Oceano State Beach Campground. It’s very expensive ($42) per night but it does have water and electricity. There was construction going on so it was not the quiet, peaceful haven we had hoped for. But we did get a walk on the beach the next morning.

We tried a drive east to look for good stands of mustard, the only wildflower seen on most of the terrain. We saw many ranches and gated properties but little in the way of mustard.

Looking on the coast for a good coffee spot, we ended up driving on the beach for coffee. The wind was really strong and we saw about 8 windsurfers in the distance really scooting. Quite a few seagulls were huddled near us; it was too windy to fly.

May 1-2   Paso Robles

It was a short drive up to Paso Robles. Once again, we benefitted from the large parking area across from Tobin James Cellars. As wine club members, we can dry camp there, saving $50+ per night. So of course, we reciprocated by visiting the tasting room and buying 4 more bottles of their great wine. I want to say “Thank you!” to Mom, who ends up receiving our spring and fall shipments of Tobin wines because we always seem to be on the road at that time. Each shipment contains a gift of some kind and we have Tobin floor mats, a Tobin cheese boards, a Tobin clock, barbecue tools and more. It’s all been useful except a huge pepper grinder of the sort they use in restaurants.

There was time to visit one more winery and we headed for Graveyard Cellars at my insistance. They have a chocolate dessert wine that is mind blowing. They were closed and my mind wasn’t blown. We ended up at the Brochelle Tasting Room, recommended as having good Zins. We sat down on a comfy couch to taste and I found myself staring out at Paso Robles Ford, the place we had the RV towed to in 2016 when a tire almost fell off the rig. Not a happy memory. The wine was good but not mind bending. We purchased a couple of bottles and called it quits for the day.

I had written to friend Susan Miller to see if we could get together while we were in Paso. She and Fred tucked us into their busy schedule. We met for lunch at AJ’s Café (great omelet’s) and then and then went for a hike in the Three Bridges Oak Preserve in Atascadero. It is a wonderful trail, created and maintained by the Atascadero Land Preservation Society. The morning overcast had dissipated and it was a glorious afternoon. We saw more wildflowers there than we have anywhere else this trip and views just kept getting better as we went up 700 feet in elevation. The grasses were thick and green and dappled in sunlight. Susan and Fred spent quite a bit of time identifying birds and flowers, which left enough time for Dave and I to photograph to our hearts content. A great final hike with good company.

Thursday, we arose to a heavy fog but by the time we headed down to Joe’s Other Place in Templeton, it was already lightening up. We slurped up the coffee with hash browns and eggs.

After breakfast, we wandered our way back home, forcing the Garmin to take us on back roads and in one case, a road that disappeared, leaving us in someone’s front yard. But we always have fun doing this.

May 3-5    The last days on the road

We eventually returned to the LD and took off for Lake Nacimiento, a very large resort with lots of dry camping as well as hookups. We found a nice spot and were entertained by a Western Scrub Jay and a squirrel, both hoping we would throw them some food. We don’t do that.

We woke up to fog, but it broke up. After dumping, we started the 200 miles back to San Francisco. I was driving on a rural road leading back to CA-101 north, when a wild boar decided to run alongside the rig for a second and then ran under it Big mistake for the boar and I had killed one of God’s creatures. I felt bad but there was nothing we could do. Later, as we were slowly rounding the entrance onto 101, a bird thumped into the motorhome. Hopefully it didn’t get severely injured because we saw no sign of it.

The ride home was as easy as driving 200 miles can get. We reached home around 2 p.m., got a spot in front of the house and started to unload. We got most of the stuff out, called for a pizza and started reading the mail. Oh boy, I was up for jury duty in a week. What next?

Never a good thing, I had a notification from the DMV. Oh boy, my drivers license was going to expire on my birthday on Monday, 3 days away. To easily renew, the form told me, I could expedite the process by filling out the form and mailing it with $35. Of course, they would never receive it in 3 days. Then what? I’d be driving with an expired license.  I looked up the DMV info and found it was open on Saturday.

Saturday morning, I was out the door by 7:30 and made the short drive to the DMV. Funny, the gates to the parking lot were closed. I joined a line of about 20 people. Eight a.m. rolled around and the doors didn’t open. Then a woman walked by, talking on her phone, saying the door says the DMV was closed on Saturdays. I looked up the DMV website that confirmed it was closed. My mistake was looking at the first screen that comes up next to any business that I Google. It’s a Google screen and it was flat wrong. In the future, I will go to the actual business website.

Anyway, there’s a happy ending. I went online and managed to renew my license electronically. Better yet, we are going to see Rosanne Cash and Ry Cooder perform Johnny Cash songs tonight at the S.F. Jazz Center. Thank you, Mary and Rick, for getting us tickets. Tomorrow night, we celebrate Dave’s mom’s 91stbirthday. Now…..if I can just get off jury duty next week……..

 

April 22-25    Lost!

I will update the blog on this section, including Sunset Crater, at some other time. Although I had been faithfully updating our old laptop often, it died on April 29 (RIP). Nothing Dave can do has brought it back to life. I had written my blog entry but hadn’t backed it up. So look at Dave’s blog for Sunset. (Most of our images are similar anyway.)

April 26-27   The Ivanpah Solar Project

We packed up and took off on a long, fairly pleasant drive from Flagstaff. As we drove west, hundreds of motorcycles were driving east. We later found out there is an annual Laughlin River Run for motorcycles. I certainly would not want to be in Laughlin while that was going on.

We wanted to camp near the Ivanpah Solar Array, the largest project of its kind in the world. Instead of lots of solar panels picking up sunlight and transmitting power individually, this project has lots of solar panels reflecting light to a central tower. Dave wanted to look at it for his Into the Anthropocene Project. I didn’t think much about it until we came over the hill from Searchlight, Nevada and saw three huge towers surrounded by a sea of solar panels. It reminded me of Close Encounters of the Third Kind.

Entranced, we pulled into Nipton, California, ostensibly a town but really a collection of ragtag buildings and what looked like a rundown RV park. Nosing around, we found the office in the Trading Post, a funky wooden building full of munchies and marijuana paraphernalia. The overnight rentals were in a nicer space than the long term and we looked out on a plethora of tepees for rent. Peeking into one revealed a cot and a rough table on a dirt floor. Not for me.

After hooking up the blessed air conditioning, we waited a bit until 2:30 and then headed towards the installation, about 12 miles away. Dave drove and I stared; it was fascinating. Each tower looked like the tower in Lord of the Rings surrounded by thousands of minions facing it. Only it was blindingly white, casting a penumbra against the dark mountains behind. There was a road that went right into the solar array. And then, we ran into the 8-foot chain-link fence. Not literally, but photographically. We shot through the fence and climbed balustrades and the Rav to get above the fence. No good solutions.

The light was getting lower so we went to a hill a mile or so away and watched the towers as the sun set. I was curious to see how they would change as the light went off the solar panels reflecting to them. They went dark slowly, partially. No drama there. The mirrors still reflected bright white after the sun had set. It was a great visual experience.

We got back to camp late and decided to have dinner in the cafe. As the only customers at 7:30, the staff consisted of a waitress and a cook. The young waitress asked what we would like to drink. “What kinds of beer do you have?” She thought a moment. “I don’t know. I’ll have to check.”  “Do you have any wine?” I asked. “I’ll have to check.” Hmmm. Not been waitressing long, I thought. She returned and said we could buy drinks at the Trading Post and bring them back.

Then she asked us what we wanted for dinner. “Fish and Chips” I said, disregarding the likelihood of fresh fish in the Mojave Desert. “We’re out of that.” “Okay, a hamburger.” Dave ordered the High Desert Hamburger. When our dishes arrived, my hamburger was a good 6 inches high. I had to deconstruct it and use a knife and fork. Dave’s burger and accompaniments were wrapped envelope-style in a tortilla. Strange, but both tasted good. Later, we heard someone else asking for the soup. “We’re out of that” she said.

The next morning we rose at 5 am to catch sunrise on the array.

After that, we drove closer.

Dave wanted to drive around the entire project. I think we drove about 3 miles north before turning west where the road petered out. But Dave found the ideal hill from which to photograph. My hip was hurting pretty bad so I wasn’t willing to climb all the way up there. I stuck to the spaces in the fence.

I managed a lower hill that provided me with some good shots.

After finishing with the 3 towers, we decided to go into Primm, Nevada for breakfast. Primm is a town that consists of 3 casinos with adjoining hotels, a retail outlet, and very little else. Since I-15 runs between the casinos, there is a monorail that runs over the Interstate but it wasn’t open. We found a Denny’s inside one of the casinos and had a good breakfast, trying not to look at Trump news on the large-screen TV.

Coming out of the casino that was encircled by a yellow roller coaster, I marveled at the ugly, huge barn-like hotel looming above the parking lot. The entire effect was kind of horrifying.

We returned to Nipton and had a quiet day. We sat outside in the gathering dusk, watching all the activity going on in the compound. There was some type of yoga activity going on and we saw a line of people heading for a tepee. Some type of construction going on generated noise until late that night. Although very funky, I liked the vibe of the place.

Sedona

April 20    Hiline Trail

When we woke up on Friday morning, Dave counted about 2 kids, a woman, 3 or 4 men, and 4 dogs wandering around camp. There were dog droppings all over the place. Then 4 very young puppies emerged from the long bus. What a circus.

My right foot wasn’t feeling great so we picked an out-and-back hike that wouldn’t exceed 3 miles. The person at the visitor center had recommended the Hiline Trail as having great views. The trailhead was on Highway 179 so we had to go into Sedona and turn east. The road was very busy but we found the trailhead at the Yavapai Vista parking area, across the highway from two huge landmarks, Bell Rock and Courthouse Butte.

There are a mess of trails taking off from there and the signage wasn’t great but we found our way to the Hiline without much trouble. It’s only about 300 in altitude gain, if that, but the views were immediately spectacular. There was a pretty heavy overcast so the light was soft.

Bicycle tracks in the sandy areas indicated this was a trail used by mountain bikers. Because most of the Hiline was about 3 feet wide with steep dropoffs, we had to be concerned with making room for bikers to go by. We found out it was a one-way bike trail so we at least would know from which direction they would be coming.

The trail provides great views of all the formations to the north, then eventually loops around south so that Cathedral Rock is revealed.

We stopped for lunch, watching hikers and bikers go by. Dave went on a short distance while I started back. I was now facing oncoming bikers, so I began shooting them as they went by. It is a difficult trail for them to navigate and one of them said he was scared as he walked his bike through a difficult spot. Once they’re on the trail, they are committed because it’s one way only.

As we walked back, the sun finally began to break through the clouds like a searchlight, moving quickly along the landscape, highlighting this formation and that. It was a great hike.

Because AZ-179 is the only way to get to Sedona from I-17, it is very busy. There are about 4 roundabouts in the final mile before it reaches AZ-89A. There were so many cars trundling along the last mile that it took us about 15 minutes to finally reach the turnoff. The roundabouts probably do work better than stop lights but Sedona is just a traffic mess. I pity the people who live here.

We returned to camp to find that our neighbors had laid some wood out to define their half of the space and ours. Okay, fair enough. That night, their group seemed to be partying and we could hear a lot of laughing and swearing.

April 21     Cathedral Rock

Saturday became a chore day. I hauled the laundry and my grocery list up to Sedona and got it done. It was hot but not too bad. I enjoyed perusing the wide isles and bountiful shelves in the Basha Supermarket. I didn’t have a discount card but when I mentioned I was an out-of-town visitor, she gave me a discount anyway. It never hurts to ask.

After returning to camp, laden with clean clothes and provisions, we started to unload the Rav. One of the men from the bus came over and engaged Dave in conversation. He said that the air brakes had gone out on the bus and they were stuck. His group “…lived off the grid”. He was waiting for his tax return to show up. Dave waited for him to ask for help but he never did.

Around 4 p.m. we left to go to Crescent Moon Ranch, a place that is next to Oak Creek, with a great view of Cathedral Rock. It was crowded on a Saturday night and we had to wait in a short line just to get a parking space. The place was full of families teenage groups and romantic couples. There were scads of people lined up by the creek, that was flowing better than I expected. One guy was pulling a loud boombox on wheels. So it was tough to get an exposure of Cathedral without people in the foreground.

We walked alongside the creek, looking for familiar places we photographed the last time we were here. I had to laugh – the last time I was amazed by all the time people had spent artistically balancing piles of rocks. It’s a thing that happens all over the country now. When we looked at the bulletin board information for the Boynton hike, it had a warning to not stack rocks or move them from their natural setting. The extent to which it is done has an adverse effect on the environment, including exposing delicate soil or disturbing fish spawning areas. Near a trail, they can be confusing, looking like cairns that guide people using the trail. Some of them are beautiful but as is often the case, it is overkill.

As before, I was fascinated by the rich, gorgeous reflections in Oak Creek. With the trees beginning to leaf out, it was very green, with deep orange provided by Cathedral Rock. Trees with bare white trunks and limbs provided contrast.

I guess some people would say this doesn’t belong here, etched into the packed dirt. But it is neat.

By 6:30 p.m. or so, the area was emptying out. We caught very late light on Cathedral and tromped back to the car, passing couples taking romantic pictures in front of Cathedral.

Since it was after 7 by this time, we picked up a pizza to take home at Famous Pizza and Beer. I hope their beer was famous because the pizza, while not infamous, was just okay.

 

April 15-18     Dead Horse Ranch State Park

It’s so strange: there are several Dead Horse Parks in the southern states. One of our favorites is Dead Horse Ranch State Park, near Cottonwood, Arizona. Dave got us three days reservations in Quail Loop, with electricity and sheltering trees. Site 19 was set in trees and close to a site where we saw a roadrunner every afternoon the last time we were here. It was fairly windy so we didn’t visit the lagoons, three small bodies of water that host a lot of wildlife. The next morning, cloudy skies and nice light lured us out early and we took a morning walk. It was well worth it.

The cottonwoods were shedding their spring cotton and it was floating both in the air and in the water. Along with the copious gnats, there was a lot of stuff in the air and the red-winged blackbirds were going for it big time.

There was a stately cormorant perched on a rock. It was fun to photograph reflections of the people stopping to stare at it.

There were a lot of red-winged blackbirds flying around. They love to hang out in the reeds.

The remainder of the morning and early afternoon got blown off. I read our books, looked at images, did logic puzzles, worked out the next 4 days of menus. Around 3:30, I felt perky and suggested a walk. Dave found a short one that goes into the dry hills. The sky was overcast which gave it a pearly appearance. While on the trail, our friends Jeff and Betty returned my earlier call. Betty just finished a round of chemo for her cancer, but her numbers were good which was good news.

We checked out the lagoons but they were unimpressive in the afternoon light. Dave saw a Bald Eagle way up in the sky. We finished the day with spaghetti and a nice bottle of Tobin James Primitivo.

Tuesday was Jerome day. Jerome is a mining town precariously perched in the hills. We were last there in 2010 and it seemed much improved this time with fewer run down houses and a lot more tourists. We parked at the bottom and walked “up” town. By the time we came down, it was lunchtime and we ate at Bobby D’s Barbecue. It was good.

The next morning we did go back to the lagoons, but it was a sunny cloudless day and the light wasn’t great. There was a heron on the pond. He stood on one side and when people or dogs got anywhere near him, he flew to the other side. Alas, the pond was small and he had to avoid a lot of people and dogs. I don’t know why he wouldn’t choose the pond with an island in it, but maybe the fishing isn’t as good.

April 18      Sedona

We left Dead Horse behind us and began the laborious 20-minute drive up to Sedona. We reached the turnoff that had BLM land where we could homestead for several days. Finding the turnoff wasn’t too difficult because on a previous trip, I had identified the two mile markers between which the road lay. I rose to the challenge of identifying the road on the Garmin. On the Arizona atlas, it is Sycamore Pass Road. On the Garmin it was Loy Canyon Road. On the road itself, the sign says FR-525. So go figure. This area is about 10 miles south of Sedona so we’ll be close to all the amenities without the constant riot of tourists and Pink Jeeps everywhere.

We bounced onto the gravel-covered road, found a pulloff, disconnected the Lazy Daze and went campsite hunting in the Rav.  We soon found the first large site with about 8 toy-haulers (vehicles carrying off highway vehicles) in it. No way – we don’t want to hear them roaring off and roaring back every day. The next campsite was fairly large and empty. There were probably better views further on but this was pretty close to the highway. So we moved the LD there and went further up the road. I was looking for a site we had on a previous trip. It had a rig in it. In fact, every site we passed for the next mile or so had rigs in them. Oh well, we had our site.

We relaxed and puttered around until later in the afternoon. Then we changed into city clothes and went to Sedona to meet Kathy and Mike Cunny, Dave’s sister and her husband. After visiting son Alex, Alyson and grandson Nolan, they were on a short tour of Arizona – the south rim of the Grand Canyon on Tuesday, Sedona on Wednesday, then home. It’s always fun to hook up with people on the road.

Kathy suggested going on a Pink Jeep tour. Sedona is surrounded by spectacular rock formations and many of the road are accessible to a regular vehicle but who wants to figure out all these back roads? Let someone else do the driving. Pink Jeep is there. Boy, are they there. We checked in at 5 p.m. for a sunset tour. In the half hour we sat there, about 5 other jeeps collected their passengers and took off. This was a bustling enterprise.

Duff was our driver. There were the four of us and a friendly couple from Dallas, Texas. The first place we went was the Sedona Public Library where a statue of Sedona Schnebly stood. The town was named for her because it was a better name than Schnebly. (Good decision.) After that we headed for the hills. Duff was a good guide, knowledgeable about Sedona history, flora, rocks, and hikes. He took us to Enchantment Resort, a really high-end place in Boynton Canyon. It was fun driving though it because the Boynton Canyon hike that we’ve done in the past goes right by it.

After that it was into the hills. The low light was getting really nice and the red rock was glowing. Duff stopped a few times but many spots already had 3 or 4 tour jeeps in them. There are only so many spots to show people, I guess. All the drivers know each other and josh around a lot. We finally got to our sunset spot. The light had gone off the rocks; Duff was hoping the few clouds would turn fiery red but light pink was what we got. Oh well, we were having fun.

After the tour, we were ready for dinner. We went to the Cowboy Club and splurged in the Silver Saddle Room where they don’t have hamburgers on the menu and offer a amuse bouche before dinner and tiny desserts afterwards. The buffalo pot roast was wonderful. We went back to Kathy and Mike’s room for a post-dinner piece of fudge, and goggled at their itinerary for Thursday – drive up eastern CA-395 till they got tired. Maybe stop at Lone Pine (544 miles), maybe Bridgeport (644 miles). Yikes! I think I have only driven that far in one day once, on a cross-country trip in 1976. We’ll soon see them again – Dave’s mom is celebrating her 91stbirthday soon and the family will be gathering for that.

When we returned to our site, we found a 40-foot long red, white and blue school bus parked alongside us. We drove through their camp in order to reach our rig.  The next morning, Dave watched as several people came out of tents alongside the bus. Also, several dogs. We didn’t have time to make a complete inventory because we left for our hike.

April 19     Boynton Canyon

Our first hike in Sedona had to be Boynton Canyon. It is such a wonderful hike through a narrow canyon lined with Pine, Oak and Manzanita. Having traveled through Enchantment Resort the day before, it gave new meaning as we trekked along the other side of the fence. At one spot, I started to hear Navajo-type peaceful flute music from one of the nearby buildings. A spa? Beats me. We continued past luxurious buildings with lap pools, fancy lanai’s and other amenities. Didn’t see any people.

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As the last Enchanted condo went by, we ran into the four crosses that we had seen on our last hike this way. I initially thought each cross was painted with the color for it’s direction, according to the Navajos. White (shell) represents the east. Turquoise the south, Yellow (abalone) the west and Black the north. But yellow (west) can’t be across from black (north). So who knows?

We continued up the 2.5-mile trail. The nearby streams were all dry but spring still abounded in the foliage. After a while, we were closely surrounded by manzanita bushes for a half-mile or so. Then the scrub oak started to appear.

The last quarter mile of the hike out is severely uphill. Then, boom! You are above the trees and looking up and down Boynton Canyon. Spectacular!  We followed the trail, precariously moving across a steep slope strewn with much loose rock. Finally, we got to a spot where nobody else was and ate our lunch, staring at the view.

Navajo-style, calming music was still playing at the resort as we passed it. The return was hard on my feet. I have calluses on my right foot and my well-broke-in hiking boots are rubbing them. Bandaids didn’t help.  I think I am going to need new hiking boots.

April 7-8     Tucson and Saguaro

We did an easy drive into Tucson on Saturday and checked into the Crazy Horse RV Park. It is another rather rinkydink campground that is slowly upgrading. The guy who checked us in worked out of a rickety one-room building. The camp map showed a new building with an office but he hadn’t made the move yet. The laundry was ancient but worked. An oddity about the CG was that at first glance, the back row of sites were under a long, thin canopy. Further inspection showed that a row of vehicles were parked under a long row of solar panels. That sounds pretty smart until a big rig eventually knocks down one of supports and the array comes crashing down. (Is that pessimistic or realistic?)

It was hot. I wanted air-conditioned entertainment. I keep a list of things to do for most of the places we visit. Most of the time, we don’t do much on the list. But the Center for Creative Photography in the University of Arizona had an exhibit that sounded interesting. We did the little driving dance that the Garmin sends us on when we visit universities, instructing us to turn onto dead-end streets or pedestrian paths. We managed to park in a parking garage. (Oh boy! Covered parking, cooler car. And only $4 for 3 hours!)

The exhibit, featuring Mark Klett was really interesting. His career thus far has primarily dealt with many aspects of the landscape. In one project, he inserts images taken many years ago into a panorama that he has created with collaborators. So a couple of Ansel Adams images are neatly fit into Klett’s landscape at Yosemite. They reveal changes in the landscape, like roads being added or how erosion has altered granite rock faces.

Another project focuses on how much time people spend at a famous viewpoint (Half Dome from Glacier Point in Yosemite). An image from an 8-minute video shows how long people linger. If they take a few pictures and depart, they only show up as pale ghosts. People who stand for 5 minutes looking at the view are solid. There are many more ghosts than solid figures. I’ve seen this as well. People barely look out at a viewpoint. Most of them take a picture (often a selfie) and move on. They have proof they were there. After the exhibit, we walked to Caffe Luce, a college hangout. It was probably around 85 or so but the campus is beautiful, with lots of trees.

On Sunday, we got up, ate breakfast and headed for Saguaro National Park, the Rincon Mountain District on the east side of Tucson. On the way, we passed the Pima Air & Space Museum, a huge field with all kinds of planes: big planes, little planes, green planes, pink planes and a couple of psychedelic planes. If it weren’t so hot, I’d be tempted to visit.

A mile or so further, we passed what appeared to be a closed Davis-Monthan Air Force Base with acres of old planes parked in close proximity. It’s so amazing that they just slowly age in the middle of the desert. Could they ever fly again? Maybe they could be used to protect our southern border. I guess it’s easier to let them sit rather than recycle them.

There is only one 8-mile drive in Saguaro. The rest of it is wilderness, so no roads. We went in around 7:30 or so and were walking the 2-mile Mica View Loop Trail by 8. It was warm but not too hot and there was a pleasant breeze. We were surprised at how many people were on the trail. They were jogging, walking their dogs or just putzing along. It became clearer why when we reached a point on the trail where it reaches the boundary of Saguaro and there is a parking area there.

Returning from the walk, we continued into the rolling hills. We were really surprised at the number of cyclists on the one-way, narrow road. We did a couple more short hikes. One fellow hiker pointed out a fleeing scorpion, only the second one I’ve seen in all our years in the desert.

After cleaning up and hanging out, we drove to McGraw’s Cantina, a restaurant with no Mexican food on the menu but a pretty good Margarita. We met Jane Glover there. Jane, who now lives in Tucson, was a librarian/archivist in the Fine Arts division at the M.H. de Young Museum in San Francisco. My friend, Connie Levy, who had been volunteering there for years, got me in there. Under Jane’s direction, we archived information and materials for many of the older exhibitions held there and at the Palace of the Legion of Honor.

Jane has been retired about two years. It was nice to see her. We caught up with each other over dinner and we told Jane we were planning to go to Sabino Canyon on Monday. She recommended the Phoneline Trail there, having hiked there a few weeks before. I expressed doubt that we would hike much because it was expected to be in the 90’s.

April 9     Sabino Canyon Recreation Area

Monday morning we got to Sabino Canyon Recreation Area shortly after it opened at 9 a.m. I was surprised to see how full the parking lot was. We got in free based on our Senior Pass because it’s run by the Forest Service. The tram that runs up the canyon, however, costs $10 per person. There are 9 stops in 4 miles. We got a map and ran to catch the first tram of the day. The tour narration was pretty basic but the ride was beautiful as the canyon is very narrow. We were planning to get off at the last stop and walk back down the road for 4 miles. That way, if we got hot or tired, we could hop on the tram for a few stops or all the way to the Visitor Center. But when I saw that the Phoneline Trail was 3.9 miles long, I thought “We can do that”. And it would be less traveled than the road.

There is a half-mile of switchbacks to get up to the Phoneline Trail. That brought the total to 4.4 miles but I wasn’t daunted. There were a couple of groups hiking in front of us, including a noisy group of young people. We lagged behind (never difficult for us) until we were mostly out of earshot. It was about 10:30 and pretty warm. The trail was a nice one. There were great views. There were all the wildflowers we’d been missing thus far on the trip.

The trail was rocky but after the switchbacks it was fairly flat, circling in and out of canyons, each one with its dry waterfall to cross. There was an opportunity to go back to the road at the ½-mile point but I still felt good. The next leg was 2.5 miles. The day got hotter and the canyons kept on coming.

After a while, I got tired and my feet started to hurt. The hiking poles would have been useful but we hadn’t brought them. As the sun rose higher, there was virtually no shade to eat lunch or take a rest. As we rounded each canyon, another one appeared.

Finally, thank heavens, I saw the .9-mile trail back down to the road. It doesn’t sound like much but it seemed to take forever to get back to the road. We had just missed a tram but were content to sit in the shade of a tree and wait 20 minutes for another. Right when the tram was arriving, we saw a brilliant red cardinal. That was neat.

We returned to the Visitor Center around 1:30 and didn’t look around, just got in the car, ratcheted up the air conditioner and drove home. Sabino Canyon is definitely worth hiking but not in 88-degree heat.

While languishing in front of the TV after dinner, I saw a really bizarre advertisement. It was a commercial for an adult phone call site and ended like this: “The future of your evening is in your hands.” It was the most obvious double entendre I’ve ever heard. The next day, on the local radio, I heard an advertisement for Second Amendment Sports. They had a great deal on rifles. Everything for the family.

April 10     Mt. Lemmon

One way to avoid the heat is to go higher. The highest place accessible by road in Tucson is Mt. Lemmon, a 28-mile scenic drive in the Coronado Forest. But first: haircuts. Desperately needed haircuts. We checked in on the Great Clips app before we left and were quickly taken in when we arrived.

After lunch, when temps were headed into the mid-90’s, we blasted the air conditioning in the Rav and headed to Mt. Lemmon, going from 3,000 feet to 9,000 feet. The canyon at the base of the mountain is rocky with Saguaro and typical Sonoran desert flora. By 5,000 feet, the cacti disappear and there are more grasses. They have many viewpoints and the views would be spectacular if the air quality was better. Unfortunately, it was pretty bad.

We continued up and at 6- or 7,000 feet, finally hit forest. The air was cool and the smell of pine was wonderful. We found a picnic spot in the shade and stared out past pines to the smoggy valleys in the distance.

It was still a ways to the very top and we turned off the air and opened the windows. It’s been a few weeks since we’ve been able to do that. A narrow road led to the top of the hill and we pulled into parking that served as the start of various trails all over the mountain. Both of us felt lethargic and even the .9-mile Meadow Trail did not sound good. We piled back into the Rav and sailed home, trying to identify radio songs by hard rock groups that we never much liked.

 

April 11-12    Globe and the Boyce Thompson Arboretum

On Wednesday, we prepared to leave Tucson for Globe, Arizona, a somewhat cooler town east of Phoenix. I suggested we dump right after our showers before it got hotter than it already was. But Dave had difficulty with the new sewer hose and when I went to back up the motorhome a little, the engine was dead. So we had to charge it from the Rav. After all that, we ate breakfast. It was 114 miles to Globe through interesting, hilly country. We passed Biosphere 2, the second effort to sustain life within a structure that is entirely self-supporting. The first try didn’t work and I’m not sure exactly what they are doing now. We didn’t feel like stopping.

We reached the Gila County RV Park in Globe, the first one we’ve ever encountered that is separated into 2 parts by a highway. The upper part has constant traffic noise, next door to Highway 60. One reason I wanted to stop in Globe was it was only 20 miles from the Boyce Thompson Arboretum, a place I’ve been wanting to see for quite a while. We took off fairly early, driving west on US-60. We had seen some huge hills of mine tailings as we came into town and now we saw more. But there was almost no place to pull off the highway, so we zoomed through a neat canyon and soon were at the arboretum.

It was warm, but intermittent breezes and many shady nooks with benches made walking around a pleasure. The grounds are built around Magma Ridge, featuring many interesting rock formations.

There are several different gardens. The Children’s garden was full of fun things.

We finally started seeing a lot of blooming cacti. What a treat! Different types of prickly pears had different color blooms.

They had a 4 or 5 Boojums but one dominated the others. It was huge!

We reached the far end of the arboretum and ate lunch at Ayer Lake, listening to birds call and dried grasses rattling. The trail went on in a loop around Magma Ridge but we were both too lethargic to make the trek. So we ambled back to the Visitor Center. On the way, Dave pointed to a hummingbird trying to lift another hummingbird. Not quite. They were mating but he wasn’t getting off the ground too well. The female was much smaller but maybe she drank too much nectar that morning. Heaven knows, there were certainly enough blooms available to overdrink.

On the way home, I found one place to pull of US-60 and we got some shots of a mine and some of its tailings.

I was glad we went out early and got home early because the winds brought up a dust storm. On our little hill, we watched it come in from the west. The skies got browner and browner. It isn’t the worst one we’ve been in but I was very glad to be able to close all the windows and run the air conditioner.

Friday the 13th and beyond

We made our escape from our unattractive campground and drove a short 25 miles to Theodore Roosevelt Lake. Being the largest lake in Arizona, there are campgrounds strung out along its shoreline. Windy Hill is the largest campground, chosen for its proximity to Tonto National Monument. It was virtually empty with only a few sites taken at the end of each of its many peninsulas. We stayed in the Coyote loop with a pretty good view of the lake. Roosevelt’s lake had something of a bathtub ring but it’s difficult to know how low it is, traditionally. After settling in, the first thing on our agenda was to take a nap. We were both feeling out of it and didn’t want to do much of anything. We didn’t even go for a walk.

The next morning we drove the 4 miles to Tonto National Monument, There are Salado ruins from somewhere around 1100-1300. The lower ruins we visited are in a nice little cave about 350 up a hill. Unprotected for many years, they have been vandalized, but a little section of an original roof construction still stands. It is always amazing to see how well- built these structures are.

There are other ruins only accessible by a ranger-led hike that we weren’t interested in doing. We returned to the rig and took another nap. Then we lolled around camp, enjoying the steady little breeze coming off the lake and watching birds. There are Cardinals and Vermillion Flycatchers here as well as other birds. Each campsite has a covered picnic bench and several birds seem to be building nests in the eaves. There are also many mature Mesquite Trees that are green and beautiful.

We went out to look at the stars both nights but there seemed to be a lot of ambient light in the sky as well as people who leave outdoor lights on all night. We did get to hear a Hoot Owl calling and I heard either crickets or frogs going on at 11 p.m. This has been a pretty quiet camp and that is very enjoyable.

 

 

April 3-4   Tombstone and Patagonia Lake

On Wednesday morning, we moved on. Surprisingly to us, quite a bit of area we passed through was glowing, gold grassland. Our interim stop for the day was Tombstone, home of the Gunfight at the OK Corral. I was curious to see if I was as unimpressed this time as I was the first time. Yup.

We parked the vehicles in front of a historical house for sale and walked up to dusty Main Street. Nope. Main Street was paved. The horses drawing the tourist carriage ride clopped along on asphalt. They didn’t look too enthusiastic. Neither did we. A few people dressed as Western characters stood around, touting restaurants and the big gunfight show. We meandered up and down the two blocks, passing clothing, ice cream, souvenir and old timey photo shops. There were many places that were out of business. I was a little depressed. But I decided we needed the whole experience: we’d go see the re-enactment of the Gunfight.

Ten dollars each got us into the actual site of the OK Corral. The bandstands were full of tourists. Our narrator was Doc Holliday himself, a nice-looking kid who could handle his pistols pretty well. The show began and the evil, very drunk Ike Clanton stumbled into town with his brothers and Tom McLaury. We were encouraged to boo the bad guys and cheer the Earp brothers and old Doc. The question I have is: why in the world do the good guys wear black suits in the hot sun? Wouldn’t seersucker be better? Anyway, the show progressed pretty quickly. Three of the bad guys got shot dead and Ike Clanton, unarmed, slunk away.

Afterwards, I was tempted to have lunch in the OK Café, but wanted better than “OK”. So I ate peanut butter in the Lazy Daze. As we drove out of town, past the sign pointing to “Boot Hill”, I realized we had missed the other big attraction. Maybe next time.

An hour of driving on a narrow highway brought us to Patagonia Lake State Park. I wasn’t sure what we were going to find; it’s a man-made lake in the hills and I thought that sounded nice on a warm day. At the entrance station, we found that our campsite was available the following night so re-upped, site unseen. We found that it wasn’t a great site (next to the dump station) and it was still occupied, 2.5 hours after checkout time. The family hadn’t packed anything away and hadn’t even taken down their tent. 45 minutes later they finally were gone. We moved in and enjoyed the warm sunny weather and the tweets of all kinds of birds.

The next morning, we rose early, found the Sonoita Creek Trail and went where the birders go. The flat trail goes through meadows and skirts the marshes that edge Patagonia Lake. It’s not beautiful country but the birds sure like it. A nice touch is the placement of many benches on the trail. Each one has a laminated placard with a picture of a bird typical to that area. We hadn’t brought our cameras, only our morning coffee. We passed several motionless people with binoculars, staring intensely into the trees. I didn’t see a thing.

As we traipsed around, we saw a couple of interesting birds unfamiliar to us. One had a brilliant red head and breast with black wings. We think it was a Vermillion Flycatcher. (It did look like it was catching insects.) The other bird had a cinnamon brown breast with a really long curved beak. It looked like a curlew but that’s an ocean shore bird. Later, I made a possible identification in the Sibley bird book – an Ibis. Most of them are white, but not all. We spent about 15 minutes with an older birder who told us we had to buy binoculars that cost at least $100 to watch birds. I’m not sure what we paid for our big binoculars but they are too heavy to carry along with the camera equipment. So I guess we’ll never be birders.

Having done our due-diligence exercise for the day, we hung out the rest of the day. The highlight of the morning was watching two wrens hump repeatedly on our picnic table. The female nestled down on the table and the male would land on her back, mate, peck her in the head a few times and fly to the ground. Then repeat. And repeat many times. I don’t know if that is where the term “hen-pecked” came from but in this case it was the hen getting pecked.

The day got hotter until I retreated to the LD and turned on the air-conditioner. The Tucson and south part of Arizona is going to be in the high-80’s and even the low 90’s for the next week and probably the entire time we’ll be here. We’ll have to deal with it one way or another if we want to do what we want to do. It’s going to mean rising at dawn, darn!

April 5-6     Tumacacori, Asarco, San Xavier del Bac

Since we had a place to stay in Green Valley, our next destination, we sat outside reading in the morning and then drove all of 23 miles to Tumacacori National Historical Park. There was a pretty little garden in front. There was a nice garden inside also. The mission was founded in 1691 by Jesuits, later expelled by Spain and replaced by Franciscans. The foundation for the Jesuit-planned church was abandoned and in 1800, the Franciscans started another one but were forced to leave in 1828.

The mission grounds are typical of many missions, but have some interesting aspects. One circular, ceiling-less structure has a vaguely Roman aspect to it. It was thought to be used for baptisms and other Catholic rituals.

Another building was used to store food.

It felt pretty hot in the sun and we returned to the LD, ate lunch and drove the next 25 miles to the Green Valley RV Resort in Green Valley. It’s about 20 miles south of Tucson, convenient to a couple of places we want to visit. After getting snugly tucked in between two modular homes, we drove a few miles north to scope out ASARCO, a large pit-mining operation that might work for Dave’s project, Into the Anthropocene. ASARCO’s tailings are visible from more than 10 miles away.

We found a 2-lane road that ran between two mounds of tailings. The tailings looked to be about 3 stories high and ran for 4 or 5 miles. The best high spot Dave found was some piles of dirt next to the road. But it wasn’t high enough to see into the pit.

The runoff from the waste piles must encourage the band of greenery that runs along the edge.

The next morning revealed high clouds that would be good for photography. We got to the ASARCO Mineral Discovery Center in time for the first tour of the day. Our guide, Bob, started working at the mine in 1973. It opened in 1961. As the bus trundled along, Bob told us that quite a number of wild horses live in the tailings. I saw at least 4 of them. There is foliage that covers some slopes and that is all they have to eat. Bob didn’t know what they did for water.

We reached the vantage point and the hugeness of the pit was revealed. (2.5 miles long by 1.5 miles wide) A large ledge below us was pockmarked with holes where dynamite will be placed and blasted, breaking all the rock there into rubble, some of it consisting of boulders the size of a Volkswagon Beetle. Some of the trucks can carry as much as 320 tons of rock to the mill at the top of the hill.

Pit info notes each bench is 40 feet high.

The rock gets smashed smaller and smaller and eventually is as fine as sand. At that point, the pulverized rock is mixed with chemicals to make a slurry. After smelting, they end up with a slab that is 99.95% copper. Other minerals are extracted from the ore. Bob said that the mine refines 2.5 million dollars worth of silver every month. That just about pays the electricity bill, he joked.

It was an interesting tour. The impact on the landscape is huge and it’s hard to see that the piles of rock will ever be dispersed or used. A lot of water is used but a lot of it is recycled. Everything is sprayed down constantly to reduce the amount of dust. The bottom line is that people need copper for a lot of products. The U.S. is the fourth largest copper extractor in the world and a lot of it comes from Arizona.

The other place I wanted to revisit was Mission San Xavier del Bac. Founded in 1692 by the Jesuits, it was the Franciscans who began the present church structure in 1783 and finished in 1797. San Xavier has suffered a lot of damage and neglect. Repairs to the inside and outside of the church have been erratic, depending on parishioners, donors and the expertise of the workers. On and off, a team of expert conservators from several countries comes to work on the paintings, statues and walls.

As we walked in front of the mission, it is obvious that the left side has been carefully restored and the right side has a long way to go. We watched a film describing a Tohono O’odham Indian family that has helped rehabilitate the church for four generations. They spoke of discovering that some of their earlier methods of plaster repair were actually making things worse.

The inside looked spectacular compared to the last time we were here in 2006. I had forgotten that just about everything in there is painted and carved ornately. There are murals, there are pictures and there is a strange, bright pattern of red-blue-yellow on the lower walls. The colors seemed much brighter this time.

That was it for this area. We head back into Tucson tomorrow.