31 August 2017

sketches

Sketches for both July and August. I seem to have neglected these last month. I was thinking, "Well, there is only one," but there was actually three.

Resting by Twin Lakes and watching the waterfalls.

The peaks that attracted my attention the most while planning.

Just wandering the local trails, this being the view from along McMenemey Trail.

Watching the water flow: Evolution Creek.

Enjoying the forests underwater and overhill from Trout Farm Campground in Malheur National Forest.

View of the mountains as we bed down, ready to get to the best spot for watching a total eclipse.

26 August 2017

Mill Creek mill

Del Norte Coast Redwoods State Park

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The map says "former mill site" and I was curious. The sign at the bottom of the road said only open on weekends, so checking on it the previous evening did not work. The gate is open now and up we came to the end of public travel on the road to where there is a large parking lot surrounded by blackberries. There is something large across the creek from the parking area, but the blackberries on the steep banks do a rather good job of blocking any direct access. Roads are supposed to curve around to there, so we start up the road past the gate.

trees up a hill
The forest beside the road.

mighty stump
A mighty stump a short way up the hill from the road, but there are none further up.

Mills generally kept a small grove of old growth trees nearby and we are walking at the edge of the one that was kept here. There are big stumps off to our right a short way off the road, but none further than about 50 feet. Some big trees can be seen high on the hill. A road breaks off to continue along the edge of the older trees as the paved road turns to cross the creek.

crossing over Mill Creek
The cross over of Mill Creek.

looks like a fire house, but probably not
Mill site buildings across the bridge.

25 August 2017

Lady Bird Johnson Grove

Redwood National Park


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The coastal redwoods do not get too close to the coast, they like a buffer between themselves and the salt air, so after the coastal wander we still needed our daily dose of tall trees, preferably old growth. Going from the obscure to the well advertised, we stopped by the Lady Bird Johnson Grove just in time to watch a logging truck full of redwood zip under the bridge and down the road marked "not recommended for trailers". This may be the national park and the road may look small enough to be going nowhere much, but it goes all the way through, which is not that far, and out into private lands owned by logging companies.

out at the sign and the bridge
A little information and a road crossing bridge to start the trail.

Across the bridge and into areas logging companies salivate over, but as yet cannot touch, we get into the serious business of looking up. This is an interpretive trail and there are plenty of brochures, mostly well used, tucked away in the box for a little idle learning as well.

directly upward into the branches
Seriously looking up. First bit of idle learning: redwood forests are not a monoculture and have plenty of other trees in with them. The one on the left is a Douglas fir.

fake farm houses

Redwood National Park

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We headed out from High Bluff Overlook going north on the one way section of Coastal Drive. The continuation of the California Coastal Trail as it heads over Flint Ridge is obviously marked, but warns that a bridge is out some miles away where the trail is closed. A little further is a seemingly random roadside sign. We stopped to find some World War II history.

shingles of a building below
A building that was disguised as part of a working farm.

Below the road are two buildings that were built to appear as part of a working farm perched out here on the edge of the land. The disguise is meant for passing ships, overhead airplanes, and even travelers on the road. We take a short trail down to see what they really are.

cinderblock forming a larger block just as boring, but covered in wooden decoration
Big, boring cinder blocks with an elaborate wooden facade.