Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Left Bakersfield after paying my respects to an old friend. Drove west to the Carrizo Plain NM to ride the bike on some the old roads that crisscross this unique valley.
Soda Lake looking north.
Walked out on the lake bed and found it much softer/fluffier than the Badwater Playa in DVNP.
Some water remains in the southern lake. Caliente Mountain in distance.
Drove on to the La Panza Range in the Los Padres NF. Spotted this building when passing through the same named ghost town on the way to La Panza Summit.
Water still flowing down Navajo Creek in June.
Navajo Camp to the right, across the stream and up the hill.
Dusk at Navajo Camp. Only one campsite at this location. Two if you count the small site 60 feet from the parking lot.
Nearby is a spring fed water trough.
Water striders doing the impossible.
Early in the afternoon a hungry California King Snake slithered through camp looking for a rattlesnake lunch.
Dawn at Navajo Camp. Camped here for two nights relaxing, mounting the new weather station, listening to Sirius Radio and reading a couple of books. Not much traffic on the road below camp. (Three cars and seven motorcycles in 48 hours.)
Drove to a nearby mountain top.
Noticed this working weather station.
Looks like there might be a few dead cells in this battery.
Yikes, a UFO hovers over a ridge behind the truck.
Or maybe satellite television/internet for the Four Wheel Camper.
Turkey vultures soared on thermals over the summit.
The oldest building on the mountain.
The route down the mountain.
The roller coaster road continued. Drove to isolated Friis Camp and while checking the bike tie downs watched a swarm of bees fly across the road. Thousands of bees in a 30 foot high whirlwind of stingers.
Near the San Andreas Fault.
Posted by Mr. Johnson at 10:13 PM
Monday, June 6, 2011
We drove north from Ojai to Rose Valley.
Our first hike was to the Piedra Blanca. In the parking lot Ben and I discussed the "Ten Essentials."
Ben at the crossing the first branch of Sespe Creek.
Crossing the second branch.
The sign points the way.
Entering the formation.
We wandered around Piedra Blanca for about 90 minutes
encountering odd looking formations
and human artifacts.
As we were hiking back down to the Sespe a C-130 flew through the valley.
Looking west as we cross the Sespe, return to the truck and head for camp.
Dusk at Middle Lion Camp.
It's either steam or odor rising from Ben's socks in the morning sun.
Dawn at Middle Lion Camp.
On day two Ben tries a different approach to crossing Sespe Creek.
We were eastbound he was westbound.
We hiked 4.5 miles to reach this location where a heartbreaking tragedy occurred in 1969.
We encountered several pack trains on the trail.
Some flowers were
still in bloom.
One more creek crossing and we are back at the truck.
Waiting to take us home.
Posted by Mr. Johnson at 11:08 PM