Monterey Peninsula and Big Sur

This trip took place in March 2014, a couple of months after we lost our oldest sibling, brother Don.  Don died at 69 years old after fighting a tough and valiant battle against lung cancer.  This trip post is dedicated to his memory, and the encouragement he gave me to follow through on my goal to travel this country.  He told me that I should not just talk about it, but get out there and do it.  Well, here goes big brother - you will be in my heart as I drive down those highways and experience the adventures I will have.

My " base camp" for this trip was a generic, ocean-front hotel in Monterey, with nothing to recommend it but the sound of the ocean in the background.  I spent little time there, so that's the only mention I will make of it. 

My first outing was to take the famous Pebble Beach "17-Mile Drive".  I took the route that started at the Highway 1 Gate, and followed the road which wound through some beautiful forest areas and ocean overlooks, until you arrive at The Inn at Spanish Bay.




Bella enjoyed the beach vegetation




This rock island was covered with sea lions!



One of the homes along the 17-mile drive



A reasonably quick 30-mile trip south from the Monterey Bay area takes you to the Julia Pfeiffer Burns State Park in the Big Sur area.  While I enjoyed the drive and the ocean views, I have to say that I really have a greater appreciation for the Oregon coastline, I'm sure in part because of the wilder, more rugged nature of the geography there.  I made a stop at the McWay Falls, and walked the short distance on the trail that takes you to the overlook of the Falls.  You can't access the beach below, as it is a protected area.  The Falls cascades 80 feet to the sandy beach below, and is an amazing thing to see.


Trail to McWay Falls

McWay Falls



 





 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

On my last day in Monterey, I spent most of the morning at Fisherman's Wharf and along Cannery Row.  I went early to avoid the crowds, so most of the shops were still closed. 

 

Monterey Bay Inn
 

Mural on the seawall

 

 

 Unfortunately, the lighthouse was not open for visitors when I went through - maybe on another trip.
Overall, I enjoyed my visit to the Monterey Bay area.  The ocean is always fascinating and I can mark this one off my "bucket list".  Time to prepare for my next adventure!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Shingletown and Beyond

I spent the 4^th of July this year exploring the back roads around the Shingletown, California area in the company of a friend that I have known since my teen years. It proved to be quite the adventure to say the least.  Mike knows Shasta County like "the back of his hand", as the saying goes, and is an avid history buff as well, and so our day was filled with driving down bumpy dirt roads and hiking in and out of canyons, all with the added element of Mike's story-telling quality narratives about the area in general, and of his personal experiences as a kid.  Mike gave me a copy of Dottie Smith's "Dictionary of Early Shasta County History", and we used it for reference through the day.  Much of the information in this post is derived from that publication and Mike's memories.  
Our day started with an early lunch at the "Cinnamon Bear Cafe" off Highway 44 just west of Shingletown.  They serve one of the best cheeseburgers I've had in a long time, and it was good fuel for the exercise that was to come.  
Our next stop was the McCumber Reservoir, which is fed by Battle Creek and and is part of the Battle Creek Hydroelectric System.  The Reservoir was built by the Northern California Power Company in 1907.  

View of the Reservoir from the road.

 Looking across the top of the dam toward Battle Creek.

A view across McCumber Reservoir. . 




Our next destination took us east of Shingletown to Sites Road, and that's when things got really interesting.  I came prepared for "rural", but this was more than I anticipated.  Fortunately, Mike has the truck equipped for these types of roads, and I still have enough country girl in me to have been up to the challenge.  We drove to a spot where I deemed it was prudent to change into my walking shoes.  That proved to be a good decision, as we headed down a steep incline to Upper Battle Creek Canyon.  The walk down was somewhat treacherous, but what a treat when we arrived at the bottom!  

It was a hot day, and you could feel the drop in temperature as soon as we reached this park-like setting along the Creek and the diversion ditch below Battle Creek Dam that runs to Nora Lake.  The trees are majestic, and the ferns and grasses are lush.  

Battle Creek Dam

We counted 7 trout in these waters below the Dam during our brief visit.  





Following the ditch southwest from the Dam, we walked on a flue for a short distance, and enjoyed a small spring emptying into the ditch.

I found myself challenged by our trek back up to the road, but when Mike told me that his father had last made this same walk when he was 91, I decided it would be downright embarrassing to register any complaints.  Talk about setting the bar high! 

Next stop on the adventure was the ghost town of Plateau on the east side of Battle Creek Bridge and Shingletown Ridge.  Plateau was settled in the early 1880's, but the settlement was very short-lived due to a lack of water.  The Northern California Power Company purchased the property in 1908, and a forest fire consumed most of the homes still standing in 1917.   There remain a few hardy souls still calling the area home.

The Cunningham family homesteaded in Plateau, and their family cemetery is still in evidence close by.

Cunningham Family Cemetery

 The headstones of Abraham and Samantha Cunningham, who died less than 2 months apart in 1896, indicate they are "Father and Mother". 

Bridge overlooking Battle Creek Canyon and Falls, west of Plateau

Battle Creek Falls, where Mike and his son rappelled down a very scary cliff to fish in the beautiful pond below.  The "copious amounts of wild rainbow trout" in the pond make the harrowing descent worthwhile according to Mike.  I'll take his word for it. 

This view of the Battle Creek Canyon from the bridge is spectacular in person.  It's tough to portray it in a photograph to really do justice to the drop and ruggedness of the terrain.  

This massive chimney is all that remains of a home that was built on the west side of the creek, overlooking the Falls.  We walked (crawled) around the far side to get a better perspective of what the view must have been for the residents of the home.  It is assumed from the bits and pieces of foundation around the chimney that the home extended out over the cliff, affording the occupants a magnificent (albeit somewhat frightening) vantage point.  The home succumbed to a fire at some point, but Mike remembers when it was still standing.  









 We headed next in the direction of Nora Lake, making a stop at the Klotz Factory site, where remnants of the building foundations and orchard trees are discernible.  The Klotz family cemetery is located across the "road".  The cemetery has a park-like feel to it, with beautiful, mature trees and ivy covering the ground.  We found headstones for Rudolph Klotz, the founder of the Klotz Factory, and two headstones for children of Rudolph and Annie Klotz.  

Klotz Family Cemetery

We made a brief stop at Nora Lake before driving the short distance up the road to the site of "Noble's Bungalow", also known as "The Castle".  The home was build by Hamden Noble in 1903, and overlooked the Manton Valley.  The home burned during the 1917 forest fire.  

Nora Lake

Grace Lake

Nora Lake was built in 1900 and Grace Lake in 1906 as reservoirs for the Battle Creek Hydroelectric System.  The lakes were named for H.H. Noble's daughters, and are a popular family outing destination for those in Shasta County who know how to find them.  I have a hunch that most people access these lakes from Wilson Hill Road out of Shingletown.  Certainly, that is the more direct, easier route.  Unfortunately, taking that route means that you miss all the wonderful history that Mike showed me on our very fun trek across the back roads.  I'm glad I didn't have to miss it! 

Portland, Oregon

If you visit Powell's Book Store in downtown Portland, you will find hundreds of books on their shelves that tell, both through written word and photographs, about the beauty and diversity of this area.  There were several reasons driving my decision to move here in 2007, and the geography was certainly one influence.  The city of Portland is one of the prettiest you will see anywhere, with the Willamette River running north through the city to join the Columbia River where it divides Portland from Vancouver, Washington.  There are 11 bridges spanning the river, beginning with the Sellwood Bridge to the south and ending with the St. John's Bridge to the north, providing links between the west and east sides of the city.  It is a bit tricky getting around in this metropolis, and I have found my GPS to be invaluable.  Before buying my Honda, I used a Thomas Guide to the point that the pages started falling out.  To say that Portland is one hill after another is no exaggeration, and there are blocks of the downtown area where you simply cannot make a turn.  After 6 years, I still try to plan my route to consider both directions and the time of day, in order to avoid confusion and frustration.  It would be difficult to identify one area over another as a favorite for me.  Part of the charm of the city is that there are so many divergent opportunities to explore and experience the beauty of the area.

Washington Park overlooks the City, with views of Mt. Hood, and includes the Rose Garden, Japanese Garden, walking trails, and the Arboretum.  

In my world, a visit to Portland is not complete until you spend some quality time experiencing the beauty and serenity of the Japanese Gardens.  I have spent many hours here at different times walking, watching and simply soaking in the peaceful environment of this very special gardens.  I have dedicated a full blog post to the Gardens, but wanted to include a few of my favorites here.

My townhouse was located a couple of blocks from the Nike World Campus in Beaverton, and I took advantage of their extensive walking paths on a regular basis.  The Campus includes a large pond in the center, where geese made themselves at home, and the surrounding path takes a walker through a japanese-style garden and a grove of bamboo.  I never learned the identity of the artist commissioned to create the sculptures that made their home on the Campus, but always enjoyed finding them in unexpected places.

Japanese Garden area of Nike Campus

Two examples of the sculptures to be found at Nike World Campus.














The Portland waterfront offers some really special views of the city and the bridge system.  There are miles of waterfront walking trails, as well as boating opportunities up and down the Willamette.