Showing posts with label Joshua Tree NP. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Joshua Tree NP. Show all posts

Sunday, December 16, 2012

Aahh to be young again


Black Rock Canyon Campground, Joshua Tree NP, Yucca Valley, CA




This morning, while making my rounds, I met a young man who camped here in the park overnight. He arrived after dark. I was impressed and curious about his lack of gear. When I passed his campsite the first time all I could see was a small tent and a bicycle with an attached one wheel trailer -- that's all. Later when I passed, he was outside having breakfast cooked on a one burner trail stove. I stopped to visit and what a story -- short, simple, and awesome. He is from Vancouver, BC and works for the Canadian Park Service on a contract basis. At the end of his contract, he decided to take some time off for an adventure, and this is it. He is traveling by bicycle from Vancouver, BC to Belize!! He has no support truck, just him, his bike, and the few things he can pack in the bike trailer.

When I returned to our Cougar, I pulled up his trip on Google Maps. Vancouver, BC (N 49.261755*) to Belize City, Belize (N 17.498085*) is 4,200 miles and covers 32* of latitude. WOW.


Hey Adam and Neal -- "10* of Latitude" is just practice!

I am now at the time in life where I reflect on past adventures -- mostly adventures missed. My thoughts today gravitated to hiking the Appalachian Trail and canoeing the Allagash River. Maybe in the next life.


Appalachian Trail




The Appalachian National Scenic Trail, generally known as the Appalachian Trail or simply the AT, is a marked hiking trail in the eastern United States extending between Springer Mountain in Georgia and Mount Katahdin in Maine. The precise length of the trail changes over time as trails are modified or added. The total length is approximately 2,200 miles long. The trail passes through the states of Georgia, North Carolina, Tennessee, Virginia, West Virginia, Maryland, Pennsylvania, New Jersey, New York, Connecticut, Massachusetts, Vermont, New Hampshire, and Maine.

The path is maintained by 30 trail clubs and multiple partnerships, and managed by the National Park Service and the nonprofit Appalachian Trail Conservancy. The majority of the trail is in wilderness, although some portions traverse towns, roads and cross rivers.

The Appalachian Trail is famous for its many hikers, some of whom, called thru-hikers, attempt to hike it in its entirety in a single season. Many books, memoirs, web sites and fan organizations are dedicated to this pursuit.

An unofficial extension known as the International Appalachian Trail continues north into Canada and to the end of the range, where it enters the Atlantic Ocean.

The Appalachian Trail, the Continental Divide Trail, and the Pacific Crest Trail form what is known as the Triple Crown of long distance hiking in the United States.

Allagash River





The Allagash River is a tributary of the St. John River, approximately 65 miles long, in northern Maine in the United States. It drains a remote and scenic area of wilderness in the Maine North Woods north of Mount Katahdin. The name "Allagash" comes from the Penobscot word, meaning "bark stream".


The Allagash issues from Churchill Lake (formerly known as Heron Lake) at Churchill Depot in northern Piscataquis County. In its natural state, it also drained Allagash, Chamberlain, and Telos lakes, but in the 1840s dams were built which diverted their drainage into the East Branch of the Penobscot River, to facilitate the shipping of logs south to coastal Maine. Lock Dam drains some water from Chamberlain Lake into the south end of Eagle Lake, which then flows out through the Allagash as it naturally would. Extending the flowline of the Allagash River to Lock Dam on Chamberlain Lake gives a total length to the mouth of the Allagash at the St.John River of 86 miles.

The Allagash flows generally northeast, passing through a chain of natural mountain lakes. It joins the St. John from the south at Allagash, Maine, near the international border with New Brunswick. The relatively unspoiled nature of the river has long made it a popular destination for canoe trips. In 1857 Henry David Thoreau, along with his Concord friend Edward S. Hoar and Penobscot guide Joseph Polis, made a canoe journey which led him to the source of the river, i.e. Heron Lake. His account of the excursion called "The Allegash and East Branch" was published posthumously as the third chapter of The Maine Woods (1864).


"Maine's Allagash River has a mythic reputation: Henry David Thoreau once sought solitude here in a savage wilderness populated only by moose and loggers. A modern paddler floats in Thoreau's wake and finds that time hasn't just stood still on the Great American River for more than a hundred years—it's flowed backward."
By Geoffrey Norman 

Thursday, November 22, 2012

Holidays Far From Home -- Thanksgiving



Article published in the RV Life and Travel E-zine 19 Dec 2012 and highlighted in RVers Workers On Wheels Newsletter #751 ~ December 23, 2012

Black Rock Canyon Campground, Joshua Tree National Park, Yucca Valley, CA

This Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Years is different than any other in our life. Family and friends are spread around the country. Adam and his family live in Denver. Tricia and her family are in Fayetteville, NC. Naomi and Jr live in Cincinnati, OH. Friends are scattered around the country with a large contingent in Titusville, FL.

So where are we as the 2012 holiday season comes upon us? We are in the high desert of California, volunteering as Camp Hosts at Black Rock Canyon Campground in Joshua Tree National Park, Yucca Valley, CA.




As you might guess days are warm, nights are cold, and humidity is lowwwwwww all the time. Flies and mosquitoes do not live here. The Joshua Tree will never be a Christmas tree and most people call it ugly. My feeling is more one of appreciation. I have never seen anything in nature that is ugly -- just different. And the difference is why we roam the country in our fifth wheel.



The campground was full for Thanksgiving, many folks here for a four day weekend. Some just stopped for a respite in their greater journey. Others are locals looking to hide from the insanity of traditional celebrations (read Black Friday). Our typical population here is about half and half tent campers and RV campers. Wandering around on Thanksgiving afternoon, we met folks cooking turkey in more different ways than I can name -- deep frying was a popular choice. However, I didn't see any turkeys being done over an open campfire.

Young couples camping out of their car and sleeping in tiny tents remind me of our early years. Troops of Boy Scouts make me feel good about our future. Seniors in all manner of RVs and towables cheer me about what is possible in this great land of ours. As my mind rolled over the years from our own tiny tent, through years of camping with kids, to our present freelance life style, I am very thankful for the life we have been able to live and the country that has made it possible.






We did not sit at a big table overflowing with bounty. We did not enjoy the live company of family and close friends, but modern technology made it possible to speak with everyone in our life that matters. We spent the day with our larger family -- Americans from every corner of the land, all enjoying a day of thanks in our great outdoors. The smells of Thanksgiving dinners cooking in 99 campsites was delicious and I'm sure the aroma reached all the critters in the mountains around us. I wonder what they thought.




Thanksgiving this year was different for us, but it was good -- very good.