Bad Haiku

Commando the dog

Snoring in his soft basket

Dreams not of his name.

Summer trees leaves rustle

Squirrel stops to flick his tail

Go away! My nuts!

Gaudy pink and flame

Flares the tired sun out west

More west sun awakes.

Granite beats the feet

Climbing beats lungs with no air

Why is hiking fun?

Random walks at Carson Pass

Saturday I cleaned a bit and rearranged the living room. It rained part of the day here and was raining in the mountains.

Sunday was supposed to be overcast but dry, and was supposed to get drier as the day progressed.

I ignored the solidly gray, rainy-looking, ominous, dark, sky and decided to go hiking anyway. I meant to include my warm coat, but forgot it. The drive up 50 and over the Mormon Emigrant Trail to 88 was very nice, if you like rain and fog. On 88 at Silver Lake the sky began to clear, although it was still easily 80 per cent cloudy. I was determined to make it to Hope Valley to see if the aspens were golden yet.

Made it to Hope Valley and the aspens were still green, although, perhaps they are thinking about turning golden any minute now. There was fresh snow on the highest peaks, at least what I could see of the peaks with their rain cloud hats.

Drove off a forest service road in Hope Valley and poked along a stream for about 1/2 an hour. Commando didn't really consider this a great hike, but he did hop back into the car.

Just over Carson Pass I decided to take the service road to Schneider Camp. It soon turned into dirt and with about a mile to the camp I decided to finish by walking. Commando and I got out and were about 10 yards from the car when some guys on ATVs came down. I noticed that one had a rifle holder stowed away (and a hunting dog). I stopped him and asked if it was hunting season. He said yes. I said I'd better go back because I didn't have any orange on and neither did Commando. He said I'd be okay if I stayed on the road and if Commando was a "good dog" and didn't go in the woods. Well, Commando is a good dog, but he's going to go into the woods, plus, I'm not so sanguine about the safety of the road so we headed back to the car.

Near Caples Lake there is a turnoff for the Margaret Lake trailhead. I took that and Commando and I headed off for our third excursion. This is really a pleasant trail and I'll have to take it when it's earlier in the day and I'm properly outfitted. It heads down, then is flat across a very nice meadow with a stream (almost a river) and then heads down again. I stopped at the second down place because it was getting late. The sun started to come out on the hike and was out for most of the hike back. Great!

There is a log crossing of the stream which is a little scary, but I made it.

New walk

Left work early to take care of some business. Picked up Commando and drove up 5 to 99 and exited at Howsley road. If you turn to the left it dead ends and you can walk along a canal levee. It was a good spot...very deserted but scenic at the same time. Commando tried to give some jackrabbits some exercise, however, he's fast for a dog but slow for a jackrabbit.

I'll definitely be back for this walk.

Pilling the Dog

Commando had an ugly bout of diarrhea Friday night so we went to the vet on Saturday. I feel sorry for the techs who had to get a fecal sample from the paper towels, regular dish towel and washcloth in the double bag.

I'm going to bet a parasite, but we'll find out for sure on Tuesday.

In the meantime, I have to dose him with Flagyl twice a day. The vet tech recommended opening his mouth and shoving the pill deep in his throat and then holding his muzzle closed and pointed up and stroking his throat until he swallows. She says the pill is very bad tasting and the dog won't eat it again if he tastes it.

Last night was a bit of a circus and he spit the pill out once. Some slobber was also spread around liberally but I think the pill got downed. This morning was easier although I'm guessing as the days progress it will be harder to trick him into coming over for some affectionate petting.

Twin Lakes Twin Lakes

Finally made it all the way to Twin Lakes! It's a grueling climb and there are difficult rocky spots (especially when one is clumsy) but the lake is worth it.

Commando and I hung out and I basked my feet in the cold water. I tried a few off trail routes across the granite and may have saved a few inches of effort.

Bassi Creek Again

Drove up on Sunday to the Ice House area of El Dorado National Forest. We took the trail to Red Top and then turned off on the Bassi Loop. It's not a bad trail, although it will be impassible until the snow has completely melted as most of the trail seems to be a seasonal stream. We lounged around at the river and I even took a brief nap.

Commando disgraced himself by chasing a deer. It came so close to me I thought it was going to run right over me. I really need to get him under better control.

Next time I'll go farther up the Red Top trail to where the creek allegedly crosses the trail. The area has some great views of the Crystal Range and I'd like to spend some time memorizing the peaks.

Loon Lake Camping and Hiking

Decided to not be lazy on Saturday so we drove up to the Ice House area of the Eldorado National Forest. I had thought we might camp at the Tells Creek equestrian camp, but it was full. We continued on and checked out Gerle's reservoir and Airport Flat. Gerle's was full. Airport Flat was dusty and had a lot of OHV folks (meaning noise and more dust). We thought that Loon Lake would be full but we managed to get an $8 site overlooking the lake. Nice.

Commando and I did two short hikes. We drove up to the locked gate at Robb's Hut and walked the rest of the way. In camp, we scrambled up a hill overlooking the Valley beginning of the Rubicon jeep trail.

Camp wasn't altogether perfect. There were OHV people here too and they spent a lot of time riding or driving their noisy vehicles up and down the camp road. One guy had his son riding around and around and around on a little mini-bike. The kid could ride, but there's no way I would have let a 5 year old ride unsupervised.

The next day we got up bright and early and by 830 I was on the Loon Lake trail to the Van Vleck trailhead. It's a relatively easy trail although the first 2 miles are a bit of a steep climb. After the big climb there was a small drop then a gradual slope down to the end. I actually got a little lost and took a casual use/old, old logging road back to the trailhead. There was a trail intersection not on the map and no signs at the intersection. I assumed I was farther along than I was and took the left fork. No harm no foul.

When Bees Attack

I was talking to Petra on the phone and just ending the walk with Commando. As I passed through the posts that separate the grass from the asphalt I saw a hole with bees. I didn't think much about it (other than, oh neat, bees) when suddenly I felt the painful stinging on my back. I had a vision of being attacked by billions of bees and became quite alarmed!

I yelled to Petra, "Aaargh, aargh, I have to hang up." Then I hung up and put the phone on the nearby bench and ran a few steps swinging my arms and sort of screaming a little. It really hurt a lot and I still had this mental image of really being viciously savaged by the whole hive.

I heard buzzing and picked a bee off the back of my shirt. Finally it was over. I collected my phone and called Petra back but I just wasn't in the mood to talk.

My back, near the left shoulder was burning and stinging...it was quite painful...much more painful than I remembered from stings as a child.

Guess how many bee stings?

One. One measly little sting. Humph. It's barely a story.

P.S. Commando didn't react act all, other than to follow along with me because he was leashed.

Upper Bassi

I really wasn't in the mood for a hike so decided to go to Bassi Falls. Got a late start and stopped for a map at the Forest Service location near Mills Run.
On the road to the falls, I saw 4 huge vehicles in a row heading up...so much for the peaceful and bucolic reading session I had planned at the falls. I decided to drive up the road further.

The Cheese Camp road was unbarred for the first time ever (for me). This is the road to the Van Vleck cabin and I had snowshoed here with the hound last winter.

It's a narrow paved road. We stopped at the locked gate and moseyed around a little but there wasn't a view and no water. There was a 1 mile trail to Upper Bassi. Drove about 1/4 mile to it. There is a horse campground and it's the Tells Creek trailhead.

The trail is very good. It heads south and very gradually drops (almost level), then takes a somewhat steep plunge, then heads easterly through a marshy area (pretty dry now) and finally starts crossing granite mixed with meadow mixed with more granite.

The creek was barely moving but it had cut quite a channel through the granite. A group of people had already established their turf just downstream so I headed a bit up. I soon found a likely looking pool, took my boots and socks off and waded into it. I had to move slowly because the footing was slimy with moss.

As it turned out, that was a good thing. The pool wasn't big, maybe double king size bed size and wasn't very deep. I was just looking at a likely spot to lean back against the rock when I noticed a very frightened snake poking his head up and desperately hoping none of the interlopers to his home (the human and the pooch) would kill and eat him.

I'm not snake phobic at all but I'm sure I would have jumped and screamed if he slithered across me to escape! I left him to his pool and sat on another rock and finished my water and snack. I noticed it was getting late and got the boots back on to head back.

I did explore briefly up stream and saw that I had missed some really large shady pools! Next time.

Critter sightings

Saw a coyote at the ravine...he (or she) was actually at the paved part up by a rodent colony under some trees. Commando gave chase but gave up quickly.

Saw pelicans at the American River. We were walking along on the lower levee and I saw big birds and said, "Wow, those sure look like pelicans." They were just a little too far away. A few minutes later the were flying directly overhead...big white pelicans with the trailing edge of the wing black (or maybe it was the leading edge).

Evening in the Ravine

Took Commando to the ravine for a long walk. Yesterday I was a bad dog owner and didn't take him for a walk because I wanted to finish Deathly Hallows (great end to the series!). So I knew he needed an excellent walk to make up for it.

I took my push scooter with me because I thought that if would be less painful on my foot, plus, I'd get some practice without traffic.

It was a beautiful night and the scooter did its job of protecting my foot. Commando was ecstatic and sniffed everything and then peed on it to make sure.

The little cotton tail bunnies were out, making dusty marks in the trail. Are they rolling in the dust? Scratching and marking the dust to mark territory? Not sure, it's just that about every 10 feet there was a little patch of disturbed dust in the hard, hard clay-like surface of the trail. Commando loved chasing the bunnies and they gave him a demonstration of what "fast" is.

A large bullfrog leapt into the pond when Commando waded in for a cooling drink.

There were at least 3 raptors flying along...a falcon, a grayish looking bird, and a red tail hawk. I also saw a flock of turkeys who were not amused by the interruption to their evening stroll. Commando missed them which was good, but I would have enjoyed watching it. Would he chase them as prey and would they flee as prey? Would they be just a little too big and would he approach with caution? Would he discover that sometimes prey turns around and beats the "predator" to a pulp? Maybe we'll encounter them next time.

Just as I was climbing out of the quarry, I looked to the side and an owl was floating by on its way to the rodent hunt.

Beautiful, beautiful walk!

Rockbound Trail

Went up late Sunday to try the Twin Lakes trail again. On the road, decided to try a different trail, so took the Rockbound Trail for about 1.5 miles. It was hot and I was feeling the altitude so it wasn't the best time. On the other hand, I always feel very good...nice and relaxed afterwards. Took my boots off and dipped my feet in Beauty Lake (1/2 mile from the trailhead) on the way back. Commando ran in the water and I reminded him how fun I was by flicking water in the air with my hat. He loved it and kept leaping up to chase the water drops. What a goof!

Black Rock Desert

This is not really recommended for just a two day trip from the Central Valley. Most of the day is spent driving, and that doesn't leave much time for hiking and relaxing.

We drove up 395 and tried to cross over to Nevada near Herlong based on a possibly wrong interpretation of a map. It looked like a road led into Gerlach. If there is such a road, we couldn't find it.

We ended up driving to Alturas, then Cedarville. We stopped for a few hours on 8A overlooking Nevada and ate sandwiches and tried to decide if we should camp here or not. Commando and I took a little stroll.

We decided not to camp so headed into the Black Rock Desert, High Rock Canyon, Emigrant Trails area. We camped at Steven's Camp. There's a spring, a cabin, a pit toilet and a trail through a canyon on the Applegate-Lassen cutoff national historic trail. This was one of the gold miner, covered wagon trails out west.

We had a nice camp down near the stream as the cabin was occupied. Commando caught some sleep, but spent a lot of time patrolling the campsite and protecting us from whatever. Strangely, he didn't respond when something in the bushes killed a rabbit (the guess based on the rustling and screaming).

We broke camp very early and headed east on the main "road." We were trying to reach High Rock canyon, but didn't have a very good map and missed it. We spent most of the time on the Sheldon National Wildlife Refuge trying to get to Summit Lake. We were stopped at the Summit Lake Indian Reservation...which is perhaps fortunate.

Commando and I did a little hike through a canyon following mustang tracks.

We saw a few pronghorn and several bands of mustangs. We also saw a few coyotes. The most interesting find was a flock of big game birds...grouse?

We drove back to Gerlach and were a little worried about gas. Fortunately, Gerlach was only about 70 miles from us and not the 90 claimed on the sign. We probably had enough gas to go the whole 90, but why risk it. We reached pavement about 20 miles outside of Gerlach and blew out a rear tire going over a cattle guard. Oops.

I was starting to put the spare on when a kind couple stopped...well, the guy did a U-turn to help us...and helped. May they and their descendants people the earth. They had been visiting some friends on one of the ranches.

We'll have to go in the late fall for more than a few days. It's fascinating country and well worth spending time there.

Shealor Lake

Today was Mom's birthday so to celebrate we drove up the Mormon Emigrant Trail to 88 and then to the SL trailhead. Well, actually, I just wanted to hike. Mom says I'm out of the will because the parking area (she doesn't hike but likes to go on drives) had no bathroom and it was noisy.

This is a great hike around 7500 feet and climbs up over a granite saddle with spectacular views before descending steeply to the lake. Shealor is small and intimate without being claustrophobic. There are plenty of places to swim and the water was warm. It's only a mile and 1/2 so the distance is good although the trail is steep!

I took the trip back slowly and stayed on the trail. On the way down I had taken a few shortcuts that didn't turn out to be as easy as they had looked. On the way up I had much less energy and really couldn't afford to take chances.

The trail was relatively easy with steep rocky spots mixed with level or slight upgrades for rest. I still managed to trip and fall but only skinned my knee and bruised my hand.

Rock cairns marked most of the path because granite just doesn't lend itself to mere bootprints. The different kinds of rock were interesting too -- granite, huge chunks of raw volcanic rock, pink rock, quartz-y looking rock and red rocks. I'm not sure what type of formation this rock is, perhaps some sort of special volcanic action. (Joke)

LOL Dog

Wright's Lake to Twin Lakes

Took Commando the Wonder Dog up 50 to the Wright's Lake exit east of Pollock Pines. This is a beautiful area with summer cabins and camping, but it certainly isn't that crowded, although, it's more crowded than some other areas.

The trail goes up pretty steadily and soon gets into beautiful granite mixed with pine forest. I made it up to a beautiful waterfall and rested and then turned back.

On the way back noticed a tiny tree seedling, about the size of my thumb growing in a large granite erratic (Hummer sized at least). Although I can't hold out much hope for this seedlings long term survival, I have to give it props for overcoming the odds of sprouting and finding a place without much competition.

This will be a great place to camp.

Plummer Ridge

Drove around off of the Mormon Emigrant road and discovered this little area to hike. It's a long flat ridge that goes on and on and on. There are some good views of the Valley and lots of pine and low growing shrubs. There's a Forest Service cabin that provided some interest. It's too bad they don't plow the roads in the winter because this would be a nice place to snowshoe.

Loch Leven Lakes via Salmon Lake

Commando and I hit the trail around noon. I didn't do a very good job of packing up because what I thought was full big bottle of water turned out to be only about a quarter full. I had a vitamin water, but could really have used more water. I also left the snacks in the car.

The trail immediately enters the end of a pretty marshy meadow with red wing blackbirds. Then it climbs for about 1/2 mile through forest. There were a lot of trees down over the trail and no one had tidied them off of the trail. The trail levels off through a more open forest and Commando was quite sure he was going to finally catch that rodent in this terrain.

Next, there's a still lake, perhaps 20 years from becoming a marsh or even a meadow. I crossed the inlet on a downed log that made a perfect bridge. Then the trail climbs up a steep and rocky section, another flattish ridge and then down a steep and rocky section.

Halfway down, you can see the first destination (1 and 1/4 miles) Salmon Lake. Personally, I would have made the trail straight down the granite to the lake instead of veering off then circling back to the lake...but what do I know? I sat on a very comfortable and convenient granite boulder and soaked my feet in the lake. I was hoping it would be icy, but it was quite warm. There was quite a school (or swarm) of fish (catfish??) with long "whiskers." They were curious about my feet and kept making little lunges at my toes. Finally one was bold and actually "bit" my toe. Even though I'd been enjoying them and knew it was coming I still yelped and pulled my feet out. There's just something primitive about it.

Back on the trail I had to decide if I'd had enough, or could I press on the other mile for Loch Leven. I decided to press on.

This seemed a much shorter mile than the last one, and I'll have to check the map again to see if they count the trail to Upper Lake Leven or not. We finally make it to the lake and saw several groups of people who had come up by the main trail. I briefly considered going another quarter mile to Middle LL but realized I was a bit tired and maybe I should head back.

The trail back was a challenge but we made it. This is a nice trail, but the Grouse Ridge area is more scenic if you ask me.

I'll post the pictures I took later.

Grouse Ridge Again

This area of the Tahoe National Forest (off of 80 and 20, up Bowman Lake Road) provides quick access to the high, granite country. The Grouse Lakes region is as stuffed with lakes as Minnesota.

The beginning is at just below the Grouse Ridge Lookout, and the trail descends over granite. I can't believe mountain bikers take this trail...one was cycling up the hill as I went down. It's rocky and steep! There were plenty of wildflowers soaking up the good sun, including this Spreading Phlox.




I'm still hiking pretty slowly, only about 1 mile per hour. This trail is about 2.5 miles, so with stops (including a fabulous view of Island Lake) it took 3 hours. The main stop was on a red hill with some gray granite rocks. I sat on this one.

Leek Springs Lookout

Drove up with the faithful hound Commando for a hike/bike ride. Weather was perfect, sunny, hot (but not too hot) with a few puffy clouds for interest.

My original plan was to take some roads around a meadow (Leek Springs Meadow?) based on the view from Google Maps. I thought I'd bike and give my Achilles tendon another weekend of rest. On the way down, a ranger passed and suggested that I head to Leek Springs Lookout instead. I should have listened. She didn't sound too sanguine about a meadow loop.

We continued on and got to the junction of forest road 9N15 and the way to LSL. 9N15 was (according to Google) the right road to go along the meadow. I took that one, the less travelled one.

Shortly after, there was a private road leading off across the meadow (barely glimpsed through the pines). We forged ahead on the rocky road with two snow berms and two downed trees to struggle through and over. The road traversed a hill and seemed to NOT be going to cross the meadow anytime soon.

Have I mentioned that I can be stubborn? We continued on and just as it looked like the road was going to turn and cross...it ended. True, it ended at a nice overlook towards the Valley with some granite hills nearby filling in the scenery nicely, but, no meadow crossing.

We strolled around a little and I briefly considered striking out overland to get to the road I "knew" was just on the other side of the ravine at the apparent west end of the meadow. If I'd had hiking boots and no bike I might have tried it. Fortunately, I had my sandals and bike and didn't feel like trying to schlep through the forest with those impediments.

We drank some more water and headed back. It was beautiful both ways with many, many blue flowers of many kinds. There were also several seasonal creeks from the snow melt and Commando cooled his paws in most of them.

Back at the car, I loaded up and we drove to LSL. Wow. Beautiful. Stunning 360 degree views of the Sierras. I could see where we had been earlier down below. The woman at the lookout was chatty but entertaining. There is quite a complex there with a helicopter pad, many satellite dishes and various scientific looking devices. I would have asked more questions, but she couldn't let me up in the tower and she couldn't come down.

After leaving LSL we drove along Foster Meadow Road which took us back to 88, the to the Mormon Emigrant Trail. We briefly explored the road on the other side of Leek Spring Meadow that I'd been trying unsucessfully to walk. I was a short road and ended at the meadow with a locked gate. It said this was a sensitive ecological area (true) and no one could pass without the express written consent of Fish and Game. Hmpph.

Good day though, I will definitely be visiting this area more often.