The movie Chinatown
is one of my favorites. It concerns money, power and water. It’s hard to
imagine that one "desert oasis" grew in such an unfettered manner that
it successfully sucked the water out of the southwestern corner of the United
States with little impunity. Thank you,
Los Angeles County and your verdant suburban lawns, swimming pools, and
unmistakable footprint.
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California's Central Valley--natural state |
Riding California's dry valleys was a striking contrast to the
majesty of Yosemite National Park and the High Sierra. I got my first exposure
while crossing the “central valley” from San Francisco to the Sierra Nevada
range that lies to the east.
Here, in a veritable desert, water transported hundreds of miles by aqueducts
and pipelines has made apple orchards, nut groves and acres of year-round
vegetables a reality. Much of the land surrounding the mountain sources of
water is owned by distant utilities like the Los Angeles Department of Water
and Power. What isn't owned by them is
strategically set aside as the Inyo National Forest. These holdings make life in L.A. possible. The Owens River, which
drains the valley between the Sierras and the state of Nevada, is dry much of the time.
John Muir took Teddy Roosevelt to the
Yosemite Valley over a hundred years ago and persuaded him that that this
pristine and remote area needed to be set aside and
protected for future generations. But the neighboring, and equally impressive,
Hetch Hetchy Valley was dammed and flooded to provide a source of water to the
San Joaquin Valley and to Alameda and San Mateo Counties. I guess compromise
is, or at least “used to be,” the American way.
Yosemite was as impressive as I had heard and I was lucky to
visit on a weekday and late in the year. It isn’t crowded in October but does
receive many millions of visitors each season. Yosemite, like its “national
park cousins,” Yellowstone and the Grand Canyon, seems to have more
infrastructure than other national parks with miles of roads, bike paths and
walking trails making the valley accessible to those of all abilities.
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Yosemite Valley showing El Capitan and Half Dome |
When it was first discovered in the 19th
Century, the Yosemite Valley looked like a park with lawns, shrubs and groves
of huge trees. This was the result of the Indian practice of regularly burning
the forest which cleared the undergrowth and promoted a healthy ecosystem. It
has taken our “modern” society many generations to learn the role fire plays in
this natural balance of life in the wilderness. Today, fires sparked by
lightening burn throughout the dry season in our national parks and forests. This
often obscures longer landscape photos of the valley, although the son-in-law
of a pioneer photographer at Yosemite still took some impressive snapshots.
That son-in-law was Ansel Adams and the Ansel Adams Gallery at Yosemite is a
treat.
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El Capitan
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Tough on motorists too |
The Tioga Road (California Highway 120) through the park offers
plenty of excitement for travelers on two wheels. It gives views of the famous
rock-climbing sites of El Capitan and Half Dome and ascends from moist meadows
through deciduous forests of black oak, groves of sequoia and redwood, to finally
terminate in the desert climate at Mono Lake near the Nevada state line. A
visit with son Jeff and his room-mates in Bishop, CA, access to a washing
machine and a good Margarita, and I was ready for my night-time crossing of
Death Valley.
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Jeff Deikis, Southwest Coordinator, American Alpine Club |
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Inyo National Forest, near Bishop, CA |
In the space of 24 hours, I rode south past Mt. Whitney, at 14,
494 ft. (4,418 m) the highest peak in the continental United States, and through Death
Valley's Zabriskie Point, close to the lowest spot in North America at 282 ft. (86
m) below sea level. Keeping with the “highs
and lows” theme, I went from the magnificence of Yosemite down to a $19 dollar room
at the Four Queens Casino in Las Vegas. In my defense, let me add it was the middle of the night.
I also will admit I couldn’t figure out how to use the complimentary $20 slot
machine card they gave me and tossed it in the trash on my way out the next
afternoon. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.
Las Vegas TV informed me of an early snowfall in Cheyenne,
Wyoming and a closure on Interstate 80. Despite having a brand new rear tire, I decided to take the southern route. Arriving in Flagstaff, Arizona in the
dark, I pulled into a centrally-located 1960-style Rodeway Inn on Route
66. The place was small, clean, over-priced, and run by a friendly Hindu family
who lived on the ground floor, right under my room. By morning, everything I
owned, save my motorcycle, smelled of curry. Good thing I like Indian food. It
was a small price to pay for some great Arizona canyon riding the next day and a late
afternoon visit to the Grand Canyon.
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Hwy 89A to Sedona, Arizona |
Highway 89A from Flagstaff to Sedona, Arizona was worth the detour but Sedona itself was a bit too "precious" for me---cute in a Pixar Animation sort of way. A ride along the "Mother Road," Route 66, was a must. This road, unlike other historically significant "old" east-west highways like Routes 2, 6, 30, 40, and 50 has been mostly obliterated by an Interstate. Yet the locals do well merchandising to Japanese, German and French tourists, Harley and muscle-car folk....and me, I guess.
I considered another night at the Rodeway Inn but decided to camp in the woods instead. I like the smell of pine.
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The "Mother Road" in Arizona |
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Obligatory tourist snapshot |
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Highway 190 through Death Valley |
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Do not miss this left turn |
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Welcome to California! |
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If you have seen the Grand Canyon, you know a photo can't capture it |