A Week at Angles Camp, California, Episode 1: Blam! “What was that?”

It had been a long twelve months hiding from the coronavirus, six months since our last adventure, and we were ready to hit the road. We selected Angels Camp RV Resort in Angels Camp, California, for our one week trial run. The morning of April 11, 2021, our excitement increased as we traveled over the Altamont Pass and through Tracy, with visions of a picnic lunch outside our rig. We transitioned onto Interstate 5.

Blam! “What was that?” I said. “Blown tire,” Jon said, more calmly than I would have expected.

He put on the emergency flashers, changed lanes, and pulled off on the narrow shoulder. Cars and semis zipped past so fast, one after the other, he couldn’t get out of the cab. I confirmed the tires on the passenger side were okay and walked around the back. I waited for a break in traffic before sticking my head around the corner to see a shredded mess clinging to the left rear trailer wheel instead of a stout tire.

It could have been worse

Fortunately, the next exit was within a quarter mile, so we limped to the off ramp and found a spot where Jon could jack up the trailer and exchange the tire. There’s never a good time or place to have a blown tire, but we felt fortunate it blew when it did. A tire problem in the middle of nowhere with no place to pull over would not have been an ideal situation. And the gas station and Subway store across the street were a comfort in case we needed something.

The tire had taken out most of the insulation above it and dug a hole out of the OSB material of the floor as well. Jon had to pull and cut away the remaining shreds so they wouldn’t tangle up in something else once we got back on the road.

Instead of our planned picnic at our RV site, a Subway sandwich had to suffice. With the tire changed, mess picked up, and tools and caution triangles stowed, we continued our drive to Angels Camp.

Office building with restrooms and showers

After hooking up to the water, electricity, and sewer, we stood outside with the remote and crossed our fingers as we extended the room slider. Thankfully, it opened fine. Then I went inside to find the floor not so fine. A hole next to the dinette exposed the ground under the trailer. Did that tire know Jon needed another project to keep him occupied?

Spilt milk? No, a hole in the floor.

Fortunately, we only had to close the slider about six or seven inches to keep any wandering critters out of the coach.

Settled in for the week and damaged accessed, Jon enjoyed his leftover Chinese dinner and a glass of beer.

Oh, what a day this has been

And a walk around the park helped him decompress.

Equipment and storage barn

A short trail wraps around a marshy area with a pond and skirts along the adjacent farm fencing.

A herd of cows and this longhorn steer populate the farm.

Moo! Munch, munch, munch.

Across the street from the RV park, stands (or should I say crumbles) the Romaggi Adobe. A restoration project started in the 1940’s never materialized. Another began in early 2000, and today it appears at a standstill. The website referred to on the posters is no longer in service.

Romaggi Adobe doesn’t look too bad from this view.

The latest news I could find was an article dated April 22, 2014, in the Calaveras Enterprise. It included a photo of a newly paved access from State Route 49, a brief description of the planned renovation, and a plea for donations. It’s sad to think the donations did not come in as planned. The building and surrounding property have historical significance related to the Gold Rush and mining enterprises.

A closer look tells a different story.
Did squirrels insert these acorns, or people intent on creating art?

The premium tent sites looked like cozy places to camp. Most of them included a driveway or generous parking area, a covered patio area with fire pit, and an equally sized area for a large family sized tent. They also come with water and electricity. With the pool nearby, it could be a pleasant place to stay even during the summer.

Premium Tent Site

We ended our walk around the park with a stop at this seating area that overlooked the RV sites.

A place to watch the sunset in the evening.
Home sweet home

Mother Nature must have known we needed a pick-me-up after our day, so she treated us to one of her beautiful sunsets.

Gold country sunset

Next up: A drive to Jackson to drop off the bad tire that suffered a tread separation, obtain a replacement, and explore the town.

Safe Travels

2020 October COVID Adventure Part Eleven: Last days — Draft

Another Day Poking Around Bishop

On one of our last days, we drove up to Rock Creek Canyon, which sits north of Bishop about 20 miles. Rock Creek Lake is another 10 miles through the canyon. The aspen trees sported their autumn coats, and a breeze ruffled their yellow leaves.

Sunburst shines through green and yellow tree leaves
Sunburst shines on fall colors

The Big Meadow Campground was open for day use only. Jon would have liked to stop and fish along the creek, except he had never purchased a fishing license for 2020. So we drove on.

Yellow-leafed trees line a road
Entrance to Big Meadow Campground

We continued to the end of the road at the lake where we had planned to eat our lunch. Unfortunately, the road to the lake was closed, so picnic tables for eating and taking close-up photos of the lake were impossible. A few hardy anglers hiked down to try their luck. We didn’t think it was a good idea with the smoky skies.

We remembered a turnout near a western red cedar. No cars nearby, so we parked and ate our lunch while admiring the tree.

Western red cedar pine tree alongside a road.
A fine specimen of a western red cedar

Always curious to see where roads lead, we took a detour on our way back to Bishop. We passed through farmland and ranches in Round Valley and drove by Rovana. The US Vanadium Corporation established the Rovana housing tract for its workers at the Pine Creek Mine. By 1951 there were 85 houses and another 50 added later. All the homes are still in use.

The smoke wasn’t too bad along U.S. 395, but it grew thicker as we approached the mountain. When we reached the end of the road, we could barely see the peaks.

Road leading to mountain peaks shrouded in smoke
Pine Creek Road

With the sun close to setting, we returned to the fifth-wheel to prepare for our departure the next day.

On the Road Again

We left the Eastern Sierra Tri-County Fairgrounds in Bishop on October 28, 2020. Hwy 120 through Yosemite was our usual route when the road was open. A requirement to have a reservation just to drive through kept us from taking the scenic route. A few more days on the road wouldn’t hurt and the Sparks Marina RV Park sounded like a good idea. So north on U.S. 395 we drove.

As we passed by Mono Lake, we pulled off the road to take a photo of the blue waters. From this view the tufa towers (limestone formations) weren’t visible, only the smaller forms poking out of the water near the shore. To learn more about Mono Lake and the tufas go here to see our post titled “Summer 2018 Tour – Mono Lake.”

Blue skies over Mono Lake's blue water, flowering shrubs and grass in foreground
View from west side of Mono Lake

The Bridgeport Inn looked like a good place to stop and break up our drive. The 1877 Victorian inn began as the Leavitt family home and stagecoach stop. Today the Peters family owns the property which they operate from mid-March to mid-November, providing rooms and dining for travelers and visitors to the area.

White Victorian era Bridgeport Inn and Restaurant
Bridgeport Inn and Restaurant

It was past noon, so we enjoyed a relaxing lunch as the only patrons in the dining room. It’s the sign of the times when the one thing on the table is hand sanitizer when you enter a restaurant. No place settings or bottles of condiments in sight. The wait staff delivers those items after you order.

Wallpapered dining room with cane seats and rectangle tables
Bridgeport Inn Dining Room

Kitty corner from the inn stands the 1881 Mono County Courthouse, another example of Victorian architecture in town, which is still in use today.

Victorian era Mono County Courthouse
Mono County Courthouse

Sparks, Nevada

We weren’t in the mood to do any sightseeing while in Sparks. Instead, we hung around the trailer and walked to the marina to check the construction progress since our last visit. The first thing we noticed was the view out the fifth wheel’s back window. Here is what it looked like during our 2017 stay.

Fluffy clouds over brown hills, line of trees, gravel mound, and brick wall
View from our site at Sparks Marina RV Park in 2017

And here is the view in October 2020.

Apartment building, blue sky, trees, over behind brickwall
View from our site at Sparks Marina RV Park in 2020

Another notable change was an abandoned building down and across the street from the RV park. The photo below shows the corner in 2016.

Abandoned concrete building behind chainlink fence
Southwest corner of E. Lincoln Way and Harbor Cove Dr. in 2016

In the October 2020 photo, the abandoned project vanished and luxury apartments sprouted in its place.

Waterfront at the Marina Apartments Five story luxury apartment building
Waterfront at the Marina Apartments 375 Harbor Cove Dr.

New construction also appeared along the lake’s shoreline. In 2017, the blue and white building in the photo below was mixed use with retail and businesses on the bottom floor and condos or apartments on the upper floors. There were a few businesses that made a go of it, others were not so lucky.

Blue three-story mixed use building, brown hills, cloudy sky, lake, marina
Shoreline development at Sparks Marina Park Lake

And now the Waterfront Apartments dwarf the small blue building (on the right in the photo below). The once blue building was undergoing a facelift, a promise of better times ahead for the property.

Apartment buildings reflected in Sparks Marina Park Lake
Additional shoreline development

It was sad to see that our view out the back window was a three-story apartment building. Yet I understand the need for housing in Sparks. For the past twenty years, manufacturing, distribution, and technology companies have poured into the Reno/Sparks area. This made jobs plentiful, housing not so much. Reno, known as the “Biggest Little City in the World,” is not so little anymore as housing mushroomed in all directions. I guess that’s the price of progress.

Home Again

On October 30, 2020, we drove the rest of the way home. As we listened to the news, we heard that COVID-19 cases and deaths broke records daily while Trump and his campaign insisted he vanquished the virus, “It’s a beautiful thing.” One report stated once infected, you are immune for months while another report said that was not true. Nobody seemed to know what was going on.

And then we pulled into our driveway and look what was waiting for us.

Pumpkin on doorstep of blue house with white trim
Welcome home and Happy Halloween

Thanks, Chris and Laura, for the homegrown pumpkin. It was just what we needed to push the bad news from our brains and focus on Halloween. Will parents take their kids out trick or treating during a pandemic? Do we want people coming to our door? Should we buy candy?

We were tired and had a lot of work to do unpacking the trailer and washing clothes, so no candy for the brave parents that let their kids dress up and beg for treats. We turned out the porch light, turned the volume low on the television, and watched a movie. If we’re home next year, we’ll pass out candy.

And with that our 2020 October COVID-19 Adventure comes to a close.

Up Next:

We have nothing more to share. Homebound describes our life since the end of October, and until we receive the vaccine and places open up, we don’t see the situation changing much.

So, I’m taking a break from posting on the blog. We’ll be back as soon as we can venture out and explore again.

Until then, stay safe.

Personal Virus and Vaccine Update

On December 3, 2020, San Francisco Bay Area health departments put us under another stay-at-home order. They released the restriction on January 25, 2021. Hooray haircut time!

Today the virus is still among us. New variants pop up weekly. Vaccines are in short supply. Distribution has been sketchy. Eligibility to receive the poke in the arm has changed more than once. Ineligible individuals are jumping the line. Appointments aren’t easy to get. More vaccine is due this week. It’s Wednesday night already. Where is it?

Jon has an appointment on Tuesday, February 9, for his vaccine. I check every day without success to procure one for myself but will keep trying.

Like everyone else out there, I can’t wait until this ordeal is behind all of us.

2020 COVID-19 Adventure Part Ten: Ancient Bristlecone Pine Forest

For a look at some of the oldest trees in the world, we headed up to the Ancient Bristlecone Pine Forest in the White Mountains. The visitor center is in the Inyo National Forest, about 24 miles east of Big Pine. Take U.S. 395 to SR 168 east and continue to White Mountain Road. Don’t expect to arrive in 25 minutes. The hairpin turns and S-curves make for slow going, and you may want to stop along the way.

Man sitting on bench next to a rocky trail and bushes
Jon waits for me to put the camera down and catch up

Along the way is Sierra View Overlook, about 20 miles from Big Pine, where a short hike from the parking lot took us to spectacular views that spanned almost 360-degrees. With smoke engulfing the lower altitudes, we weren’t able to see Mt. Whitney or Mt. Dana in Yosemite National Park or Mono Lake. Only a silhouette of the Sierra Nevada Range was visible.

Landscape view of shrubs, mountains and smoke below blue skies
View northwest from overlook
Landscape view of shrubs, mountains and smoke below blue skies
View southwest from overlook
Landscape view of trail, shrubs, mountains, and smokey skies
View west from overlook

The park had already prepared for winter by boarding up the visitor center. There were plenty of information panels along the boardwalk that detailed the trees and shrubs in Schulman Grove. The visitor center is new construction, having been built after a fire on September 4, 2008, destroyed the original.

Wood boardwalk leading to wood building with Steel roof and pine trees in background
Ancient Bristlecone Pine Forest visitor center

There are two trails at the visitor center: The 1.0-mile loop Discovery Trail and the 4.2-mile loop Methuselah Trail. Both are advertised as easy-moderate and start at the visitor center. We only had time for the Discovery Trail, where along the way, additional information signs told us about the trees and Schulman Grove.

Sandy looking hill with bristlecone pine trees
Future ancient trees grow on the steep slope

The park named the grove after Dr. Edmund Schulman who in 1953 discovered that the bristlecone trees were over 4,000 years old. His discovery led to a calibration of the carbon-14 dating technique and changed the estimate of when ancient man first possessed certain technologies.

Stump of ancient bristlecone pine tree
Ancient stump shows compressed circles of life
Fire damaged bristlecone pine tree trunk
This tree damaged by fire still lives

Younger bristlecone pines and those growing in nourishing soil stand tall with plenty of branches and needles. The ancient trees are my favorite, with their gnarly growth forms that twist this way and that way. They may have spikey dead tops, limbs and trunks with bare wood, or polished limbs, strips of bark growing up the tree, and exposed roots.

Ancient bristlecone pine tree
Exposed roots cling to the gravel and rocky soil

Steep, exposed slopes and the alkaline dolomite soil is the perfect growing medium for the long-lived trees. The white soil formed at the bottom of an ocean when deposits of small particles of dead organisms, sand, and silt formed sediment deposits 650 million years ago. Bristlecone pines that grow in better soils and receive more moisture grow faster and taller, but they die sooner.

Ancient bristlecone pine tree
Still alive after all these years

Short and dry growing seasons make for slow growth, allowing pines to produce only tiny amounts of extremely dense and resinous wood each year. Insects, animal pests, infection, heart rot, and even fire are not a danger to the bristlecone pines. The hard wood and resin protect the tree.

Many standing next to bristlecone pine tree at the side of a trail
Jon, worn out by the altitude, takes a rest

Bristlecones can lose 90% of their bark and keep growing with just a narrow bark strip connecting live limbs and roots. The trees spread out in their environment instead of crowding close together. This leaves a natural firebreak that can limit the spread of wildfires.

Ancient bristlecone pine tree
Barren land across the dirt road

I would have thought some of these ancient trees were ready to topple over when I saw their exposed roots. Not so. Scientists estimate the average rate of erosion in the Discovery Grove is one foot of soil loss per one thousand years. The exposed roots do make the trees susceptible to disease and insect infestation, so that is a factor in the trees’ lifespan.

Ancient bristlecone pine trees
Bristlecones in battle? Or are they dancing?

This is another place where the Pacific and North American plates created mountains that tower above the valley floors. Through the folding, faulting, and uplifting action of the plates, the bottom of an ocean rose over 10,000 feet to create the White Mountains. Standing at 10,000 feet above sea level, it’s hard to believe the ground on which we stood was once below sea level. Of course, this took hundreds of thousands of years, but the forces needed to achieve such a feat are hard to comprehend.

Landscape view of road cutting through bristlecone pines and golden hills
The road back to civilization

Extreme heat and pressure from the platonic movements altered sandstone grains, melting and fusing them together and creating the red quartzite in the photo below. Forces from wind and rain exposed the red rock. Rain seeped into cracks in the red rock where it froze, expanded, and broke the slabs apart. The pieces then fell, rolled, or slid down the mountain and collected in a talus slope.

Talus slope of red quartzite
A talus slope of red quartzite

Unfortunately, we missed seeing the largest bristlecone pine, the Patriarch Tree. A 12-mile dirt road with a 15 mph speed limit leads to Patriarch Grove, where the tree is located. It was too late in the day for us to travel farther than Schulman Grove.

View from top of Discovery Trail

It was a humbling experience to learn these trees were already 1,000 years old during Shakespeare’s time. Nothing like a 4,000-year-old tree to make me feel like my lifetime was but a microscopic speck in this great universe.

Other locations where the Great Basin bristlecone pines grow are Utah and Nevada. The Foxtail bristlecone pine grows in the Klamath Mountains of California and in the southern Sierra Nevada mountains. The Rocky Mountains claim their own species of bristlecone pines, which have gray-brown bark instead of the orange-yellow to light brown of those found in The Ancient Bristlecone Forest.

Bristlecone pinecone and needles
Bristlecone pinecone and needles

Scientists are not sure what fate awaits the trees because of climate change and global warming. Although they have noted that new generations of trees are taking root at higher elevations. Will the older generations survive? Time will tell as competing plants, insects, fire, and higher temperatures encroach on their ideal location. Only our descendants will discover the answer, if humans endure long enough.

Up next will be the last post detailing our October 2020 adventure during the pandemic.

Until then, stay safe.

October 2020 COVID-19 Adventure Part Nine

In this episode, we visit Laws Railroad Museum and Historic Site, a California Historical Landmark. The museum is also listed on the National Registry of Historic Places.

We first tried to visit Laws Railroad Museum on a day the wind was blowing so hard it picked up dust and dirt and flung it all around. The day after the windstorm, all the bad air had disappeared, leaving only blue skies behind and clear views of the mountains.

Landscape of yellow dry grass, trees and mountains in the background
View east from museum toward the White Mountains
Western looking building serves as reception center and ticket office
Reception Center and Ticket Office
Western buildings and boardwalk
Boardwalk and old buildings

The C & C Railroad rolled into the town of Laws for the first time in April 1883. Three years earlier William Sharon, Henry Yerington, and Darius Mills formed the Carson and Colorado Railroad Company and began construction.

Pathway next to tall trees and kids train ride
View from outside the Reception Center looking south

While crews laid the narrow-gauge tracks between Mound House, Nevada, and Laws, California, people arrived in town, drawn by the opportunities a new railroad would bring to the region.

Engine No. 9, a 1909 Baldwin 4-6-0

They built a depot, an agent’s house, and various amenities to support the railroad and the trains. Homes, barns, corrals, general stores, boarding houses, hotels, and warehouses sprang up around the depot.

Laws Depot
Western style potbelly stove inside ticket office of train depot
Visitors find the ticket office inside the depot.
Displays of train memorabilia inside train depot
There’s also memorabilia and model trains
Two wooden pole like objects that form a V at the top
We found these “Y” shaped poles in the depot. Any idea what they are?

By July 1883, the railroad completed its last 60 miles of the 300-miles, and in August trains rumbled down the tracks to the last stop in Hawley (known as Keeler today).

Yellow building with black framed windows and sign that says medical offices
Every town needs medical offices
Eye exam equipment
Looks like the same device my optometrist uses to check my eyes.

For nearly 50 years, the railroad provided passenger service and hauled freight. It supported the mining industry and local ranchers and farmers. The conversion from narrow gauge to standard gauge railroads was but one contributing factor in the demise of the C & C. Improved roadways, trucks, and automobiles allowed passengers and freight to travel farther, faster, and sometimes cheaper than the train so there was a steady decline in their use.

Singer sewing machine in wood cabinet and table with patterns and notions
Dressmaker’s shop
Sewing patterns and notions on a table
My grandmother made all my school clothes until I was in high school. I think the blouse and skirt pattern looks familiar.

In March 1900, Southern Pacific (S.P.) purchased and operated the railroad. S.P. discontinued passenger service in 1932, and the freight trains made their last run in 1943. The tracks north of Laws were removed, leaving only the 60-mile run to Keeler.

Fire station old wooden yellow building
Pioneer Building and Fire Station
Bishop Rural Fire Dist. R-2 fire truck
The 1947 White. built by Van Pelt, with original 10,000 miles, is still operational
Spider webs among fire fighting equipment
Antique fire equipment needs a cleaning

On April 30, 1960, Locomotive No. 9 pulled a string of cars into Laws Station for the last time. The City of Bishop and the County of Inyo became the owners of the property under a gift deed by S.P. and on July 6, 1964, they also transferred the land.

Printing press equipment
Working printing presses dating back to 1880
Potbelly stove and display cases inside a general store
General store
Small weathered wood building with Post Office sign
Laws last original post office

On April 1, 1966, eighty-three years from the day the train arrived, Laws Railroad Museum opened the doors to the public. It amazed us how much the museum had grown since our first visit in the early 1980s.

Black horse-drawn hearse inside building with western memorabilia
Hearse in the Western Display
Saddles, brands, horseshoes on display
Saddles, brands, and other paraphernalia in the Western Display

The engine and train cars are original, as are the depot, agent’s house, oil and water tanks, and a turntable. The rest of the town was torn down for salvage by 1959. The other buildings occupying the museum’s eleven acres were local structures saved from destruction and moved to the site.

Mustard colored 1900s house trimmed in brown with white railing and ramp
Original 1883 Agent’s House

One of the prized possessions of the museum is a restored circa 1900 local ranch house with period furnishings. The Shipley and Conway family tree hangs inside the home and shows the three generations that lived in it before it was moved to its new location at the museum.

Inside an early 1900s home with wood accents and papered walls
Pillars and decorative header separate the living and dining areas
Inside early 1900s home showing a mannequin in period costume, wood carved bed, quilt, water pitcher, and bowl
Bedroom one
Bedroom inside early 1900s house with bird cage, wood carved bed, rocking chair, and dolls
Bedroom two
Dining room inside early 1900s home, with wood built-in hutch and buffet
Love the built-in buffet and hutch
Early 1900s kitchen with stove, table, and dishware
All the modern conveniences in the kitchen
Early 1900s bathroom showing toilet, pedestal sink, and tub
Bath

Besides the ranch house, visitors will find the Library and Arts Building housed in Bishop’s first Catholic church, a gazebo, a 20 Mule Team Borax Wagon exhibit, gas station, farm and mining equipment, and train restoration shop. The following pictures are just a sample of some of these exhibits.

Early 1900s School house painted gray with white trim
Original 1909 North Inyo School House
Stone building with wood and tin roof used as blacksmith shop
Blacksmith shop
Table and icebox inside a miner's shack
Inside miner’s shack
Two bath tubs set in floor at early 1900s bath house
Bath house
Late 1800s train tracks, train turntable, and water tank
Tracks, original 1883 Armstrong turntable, and replica 1883 water tank
Mining equipment and replica mine tunnel
Replica mine tunnel comes complete with audio of pick axes, voices, and a blast

This isn’t the first actual, or replicated, western town we have visited, and I’m sure it won’t be the last. We find it fascinating to walk the streets, peek inside buildings, and imagine what life was like in the late 1800s and early 1900s. I can almost hear the clomp of horses’ feet, the jingle of their bridles, and a whistle in the distance announcing the train’s arrival.

Next up, we finish up our time in Bishop, California.

Stay Safe