canyonwalker: My other car is a pair of hiking boots (in beauty I walk)
Mammoth Lakes Travelog #3
Tioga Pass · Sun, 5 Jul 2026. 3:30pm.

Our road trip to Mammoth Lakes continues. After busting out in Yosemite due to weather we continued driving east on route 120. After exiting the park at the Tioga Pass, elev. 9,945', the road winds around a cluster of beautiful stark lakes and then drops down through an amazing canyon.

A vertical mile in the Tioga Pass (July 2026)

The sights here never fail to amaze, even under today's gray skies. Even the time I drove through here literally after midnight I could tell I was being dwarfed by the huge grandness of nature around me.

This is one of the places where you're up close to a vertical mile. The mountain peaks rise past 12,000' while the valley below rests at about 6,800'. The road itself doesn't descend a vertical mile; it's more like a 3,000' descent in your car. But notice the road skirting along the side of the mountain in the pic above. You are clinging to a narrow ribbon across the middle of that vertical mile!

Turn around and there's more, of course.

Waterfalls below Ellery Lake in the Tioga Pass (Jul 2026)

The little roadside pull-out we stopped at affords views in all directions. Back up the mountains behind us is a waterfall. It drains out of Ellery Lake higher up in the Tioga Pass.

From here it's down, down, down to the rim of Mono Lake.

canyonwalker: Uh-oh, physics (Wile E. Coyote)
Mammoth Lakes Travelog #2
Tuolumne Meadow, Yosemite · Sun, 5 Jul 2026. 3:pm.

As I mentioned in my previous blog, our road trip today to Mammoth Lakes takes us straight through Yosemite National Park. Bonus, right? And because we staggered our trip from the July 4 weekend, so we're going out when most crowds are heading home, we've enjoyed minimal traffic as we head out. Double bonus!

There's only one problem. The weather.

The "partly cloudy" promised in today's weather forecast— yesterday it promised full sun for today— turned into fully overcast skies by early afternoon. Today as we drove up past elev. 8,000' into Yosemite's Granite Country, everything was covered with a pall as if filmed in an overexposed, deteriorated black-and-white movie. The ground was gray, the sky was gray. There was no contrast. We skipped Olmstead Point with its view over Half Dome. We stopped briefly at Tenaya Lake, normally a stunning sapphire of the high country, but even the water gray as there were no colors to reflect.

We did stop again at a creek in Tuolumne Meadow and hopped out for a short walk.

Lembert Dome in Yosemite's Tuolumne Meadow on a cloudy day (Jul 2026)

We followed a footpath down to a small creek; I believe this is Lyell Creek. In the background you see Lembert Dome. There are hiking trails that loop around the back and up to the top of the granite bald. Hiking that was my plan for today! But in this crummy weather I'm just not feeling it. Oh, and I am feeling the effects of 8,000'+ elevation. So is Hawk. So maybe it's good the crummy weather gives us an excuse to nope out of hiking.

canyonwalker: My old '98 M3 convertible (road trip!)
May Family Visit Travelog #9
Hickory Run State Park · Mon 25 May 2026. 10am.

Today we embarked on a trip within a trip. We're visiting Hawk's parents near Harrisburg, Pennsylvania. For the past 6 days we've been at their house. But this morning we hopped in our rental car and drove a couple hours north to do some hiking. We'll do a few hikes today, stay overnight at a hotel in Wilkes-Barre, and then do more hiking tomorrow before returning to my inlaws' place until Saturday.

Our first stop today is at Hickory Run State Park. The drive here was concerning as we passed through rain and heavy fog most of the way. The forecast called for rain to be finished by dawn today but clearly Mother Nature did not agree with the meteorologists. The heavy fog on I-81 through central PA reminded me of a white-knuckle nighttime drive I did through that stretch when I was 20. It was easier dealing with the fog in the dayime this time. And fortunately the rain did abate by about 10am. The heavy fog lifted, too.

Driving through Hickory Run State Park we spotted signs for a trail named Shades of Death. "That sounds so metal," I quipped to the park ranger at the visitors center, a man so young he probably doesn't know what "metal" means unless someone posted on TikTok about their cringe uncle thinking he's still cool for wearing band t-shirts from 40 years ago while fat and balding and complaining about the cost of Medicare. "What's there?"

Would you hike SHADES OF DEATH at Hickory Run State Park in Pennsylvania? (May 2026)

The ranger explained that it's a trail through a section of forest where the pine trees grow close and shade the sun so much that little else can grow on the ground below them.

"Oh, so it's just an old growth forest," I thought to myself. Mature trees with canopies blocking the sun so there's no undergrowth is a common phenomenon that usually doesn't get a dire descriptor. And this old-growth forest isn't even that old if it's pine trees. Shit, I've got redwoods growing in my back yard. I didn't say any of this aloud because I didn't care to start a biology debate with a kid who was probably already comparing me to his cringe uncle. 🤣

Well, as you might surmise from what I just wrote, we decided Shades of Death wasn't worth our time to hike, totally metal name or no. Instead we'll drive on a few more miles to our intended first hike for today, Hawk Falls. Stay tuned!

canyonwalker: Hangin' in a hammock (life's a beach)
Ohio Waterfalls Travelog #26
Dublin, OH · Tue, 21 Apr 2026. 7pm

Today was a day of good parts and... not-so-good parts. Before I dwell on the negatives let me hit the high notes: We went on three waterfalls hikes in the area today. They were Hayden Falls, Millikin Falls, and Indian Run Falls. Each was short but relaxing and peaceful for how quickly we could get away from the burgeoning city around us. Oh, and the weather was beautiful. No more "WTF? It's only 43?!" like yesterday. Today it was in the mid-70s. I'm just doing daily updates right now, so I'll come back later and post details— and pictures!— from each of these hikes.

So, what was not-so-good? Mostly that I spent the whole morning not feeling well. First I slept in 'til, like, 9:30. It was late enough that I missed the hotel's breakfast. Not a problem, I figured; I'd just eat one of the various proteins bars I packed on the trip. I carry them both as car/airplane/trail snacks as well as in case any of the hotel breakfasts are unpalatable.But after eating a bar I had a painful knot in my stomach. I don't know if that was something bad about the bar— it's a newer variety I'm trying— or if it was a side effect of Ozempic. I lean toward the latter though it could also be some of the former, as well.

I took it easy in the hotel room until around noon. By then my stomach was feeling better... but I was also hungry. Hawk and I packed our bags for hiking and agreed to stop for some lunch first. We did that, and my stomach felt better after a solid meal. And the morning's rest. I enjoyed those three hikes in the afternoon without further problems.

This evening I've been taking it easy again. No, not because I'm feeling unwell. Hawk is meeting up with a former colleague who lives nearby. I opted out of joining them for dinner so they could dish the gossip. Instead I made a light dinner out of the hors d'oeuvres buffet the hotel offers in the evening and then came back up to the room to veg on the sofa with my computer. It's nice to have some downtime that's not because I'm feeling sick.


canyonwalker: My old '98 M3 convertible (road trip!)
Wildflower Travelog #7
California Valley, CA · Fri, 13 Mar 2026. 11am.

We left our hotel in Bakersfield this morning around 9:30am. We were in no particular rush, though probably we should have been given what a shit-hole Bakersfield is. It's just that our hotel was comfy on the inside, as long as we didn't look out the windows.

And it's not just Bakersfield that's a shit-hole; it's most of Kern County, the surrounding jurisdiction. Kern is at the southern end of the San Joaquin Valley, so nominally it's part of California's agriculturally productive Central Valley. But down here it's so hot and dry that the soil is sandy. Crops only grow where they're heavily watered. And there are oil pumps everywhere. It's more like West Texas than Central California.

Fortunately that similarity started to fade as we drove to the western edge of the county and started the climb up the hills of the Temblor Range.
Here the sandy soil turned more moist, with dry scrub being replaced by rolling hills covered in green. It's like we were driving from West Texas to Ireland. Except there were still oil pumps dotting the landscape in the foothills. 🤣

As we climbed into the surprisingly green grassy mountains the air around us cleared. Thirty minutes earlier we could barely see the mountain range through the haze and dust clouds at ground level. But at even 500' elevation the hills sparkled with green grass and occasional patches of yellow flowers beneath a blue sky.

Of course, the beauty here is not a total surprise. I mean, we were expecting it. It's typical for this brief time of year between when the winter rains end and warm spring weather holds before the heat rises too much and turns everything back to brown. It's just that it's such a contrast from the dusty shit-hole of Bakersfield and its environs it's a welcome relief.

Beautiful green hills on the drive from Bakersfield to Carrizo Plain in March (Mar 2026)

Further up the mountain pass we stopped at a few road-side pullouts to take pictures. Yes, it was so pretty up here, such a diametric opposite of where we started the day, that we stopped along Hwy. 58 to make photos.

Here we're not merely 500' above the valley but more like 1500.

Beautiful green hills on the drive from Bakersfield to Carrizo Plain in March (Mar 2026)

We stopped also near the top of the pass. A geodesic survey marker I spotted on the berm next to the road informed us we're at elev. 1,927'.

Once over the pass it's a nice cruise downhill toward the Carrizo Plain. On the way down the hill is this iconic farmhouse.

Wildflowers along Hwy. 58 near Carrizo Plain in March (Mar 2026)

This farmhouse probably isn't much to look at 46 weeks over the year. But during the 6 weeks or so that the hills are green and wildflowers are in bloom it's a nice little scene.

Of course, the wildflower display this year is tame compared to the riotous super-bloom in 2019.

From here the road descends into the California Valley. Yes, there's a very remote part of California that's named the California Valley. No, it's not the Central Valley, a 400 mile long stretch of fertile farmland, nor the Silicon Valley with its millions of residents and world-famous technology industries, nor even the San Fernando Valley, aka "The Valley", a part of Los Angeles famous for its Valley Girl patois. It's just the California Valley, pop. maybe about 100. And it's home to the Carrizo Plain National Monument, where we're going next.

canyonwalker: My other car is a pair of hiking boots (in beauty I walk)
Wildflower Travelog #5
Bakersfield, CA · Thu, 12 Mar 2026. 6pm.

It's 6pm and we're settled in for the evening at our hotel in Bakersfield, California. Yes, it's a move from where we stayed last night. Yes, it's not that far away if you look at the map below. Yes, we could have just stayed at the other hotel two nights and kept things marginally simpler. Yes, I hate Bakersfield because it's a shit-hole. But I wanted to try this hotel tonight because they have a hot tub. Except when we got down to the hot tub about 30 minutes ago, we found it was out of service.

I hate Bakersfield. It's a shit-hole.

Ah, but what did we do today? It was a flowers road trip!


We started the morning up in the Grapevine at 4,000'. We then made three stops/scenic drives for wildflowers, particularly the California poppy, which is at the height of its seasonal bloom right now. One was a bloom we spotted from the road west of the Poppy Reserve, the second was at the Antelope Valley Antelope California Poppy Reserve State Park, and the third was a very scenic dirt-road drive east of the park.

It's ironic that, of these three areas, the state park devoted to poppies was the least bloom-y. But that's part of the nature of wildflowers: it's unpredictable from season to season exactly how well they'll bloom in a specific area at a specific time. When we visited a few years ago we also found that an area just outside the park had superior blooms (2022). Though when we visited during the 2019 superbloom the best views were in the park.

After visiting three wildflower spots today we were wildflower-ed out. The next stop we made was an attempt at rock-hounding for Hawk. Alas the spot her online guides took us to is marked as private property with "No Trespassing" signs. We're not the sort of people to ignore such signs— we respect private property—so we called it a day. We then drove the scenic, back-roads route to Tehachapi for an early dinner.

After dinner we drove down the mountain to Bakersfield, which is where we are now.

canyonwalker: Cheers! (wine tasting)
This past Saturday I went wine-tasting locally with my friend, Anthony. He and I had done a wine-tasting afternoon back in August, when we visited David Bruce Winery and Thomas Fogarty winery. My original plan for that day had been to visit three wineries, but at the first winery it became evident that we wouldn't have time for all three. Trimming it down to 2 worked really well for that day. We had 2 great visits without feel rushed. And it gave us a clear reason to get back together and do it again. We had to hit that third winery!

Byington Winery in Los Gatos - in the mountains above San Jose (Dec 2025)

Winery #3 from August's trip— the one we skipped— was Byington Winery. It's in the mountains of Los Gatos, perched about 2,000' above San Jose and the Silicon Valley.

Saturday turned out to be a great day for a visit, even though it was the middle of December rather than the middle of summer. That's because we had beautiful weather on Saturday. The sky was clear after morning fog burned off. Rain hadn't been seen for days. Down in the valley the daytime high on forecast was an average-for-the-time-of-year 60°F (17°C) or so. I expected it would be cooler 2,000' up in the mountains. But there seemed to be a temperature inversion up in the mountains, as it was shirt sleeves weather (high 60s) when we arrived. We stowed our sweaters in the trunk and headed inside.

We opted to take our tasting standing at the bar inside the hunting-lodge style main hall. A few other guests were at the bar so it was mildly social without feeling crowded. The tasting menu included 4 wines, which immediately turned into 5, then 6, then maybe 7. I lost count. One thing that's true about many wine-tasting venues is that if you're good company and you schmooze with the staff without coming across as a moocher, they'll open up some extra bottles for you. I can schmooze when I need/want to, though I often feel self-conscious about doing it. Anthony's a natural at it. In our conversation he talked about all the bars in town where he "knows" the bartenders and gets free drinks. 🍻

View across the Santa Cruz Mountains from Byington Winery in Los Gatos (Dec 2025)

After drinking our fill at the bar we headed outside to appreciate the view from the hilltop. I kind of wish we'd done this earlier in the afternoon, as toward the end of our visit the weather had turned cooler.

We didn't leave Byington empty-handed. No, far from it! Both of us generally liked most of the wines they poured for us. Our discuss as we worked through the list wasn't "if" we would buy bottles to take home but which ones. Anthony picked a few bottles of lighter flavors, a sweet chardonnay and a pinot noir, as his wife likes lighter flavors. (He figured bringing home bottles that she'd like would get him a pass to maybe do this again. 😅) I chose two bottles of a surprisingly well balanced chardonnay and a spendier Bordeaux-style blend. The latter was curious because I was all set to buy a bottle of a Barbera that tasted really nice. Then they poured that Bordeaux and it was lights-out for the Barbera. 🤣

More wine ahead: We visit J. Lohr in San Jose later in the afternoon.


canyonwalker: My other car is a pair of hiking boots (in beauty I walk)
Canada travelog #14
Hamilton, ON · Mon, 25 Aug 2025. 4:30pm.

We're getting toward the end of the day, here. And it has been a busy one, including hits and misses. We decided to cap it off something mellow, a walk along the shores of Lake Ontario. We found on the map that Confederation Park in Hamilton looks like a good place for such a visit.

Confederation Park has huge parking lot and bath houses and a lot of other facilities... which, this afternoon, are all practically empty. Some of them even look closed for the season. It's still August! Of course here in Canada it's already kind of Autumn. The high temperature in this week's forecast range from the high 60s to low 70s (20-22° C). Not exactly beach weather.



Fortunately I didn't come here wanting a beach today, just a mellow stroll along the lake. Confederation Park delivers. I was surprised to see off in the distance across the lake I could see the downtown Toronto skyline. (And I could tell it was Toronto and not Mississauga because of the CN Tower.)


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Chicago Trip Log #10
Almost a week later

A few days ago I posted some pics from Chicago. Those were only about half the photos I wanted to share. I'm posting the rest here. Yes, these are from a trip that's now almost a week ago. "Almost a week later" isn't bad.... I've still got a few picture blogs in my backlog from visiting the Oregon Cascades a month and a half ago! Plus some even older stuff in the backlog that I'm ashamed to mention how old it is.

The Aqua Building in Chicago (Aug 2025)

This is the Aqua Tower just north of Millennium Park in Chicago. I stayed at the Radisson Blu hotel, which is on floors 1-18. I had a really nice corner room on the 10th floor. As you can see from the photo, though, the building has a lot more than 18 floors. Floors 19 to, I think, 80 are a condo. Yes, it's a tall building— that's why it's ridiculous that every Uber/Lyft driver my friends and I called had trouble finding it.

Wednesday evening most of the sales team left, and my sales engineering team went out for dinner. My boss chose a restaurant within easy walking distance. And the weather Wednesday was beautiful! Especially around 5:30pm, once it had cooled down a tad. As we started walking a few of my colleagues shouted, "Hey, there's the Bean!"

'The Bean' at Millennium Park in Chicago (Aug 2025)

They're talking about a metal sculpture known as The Bean in Millennium Park. We detoured slightly to take photos in front of it.

Posing at 'The Bean' in Chicago's Millennium Park (Aug 2025)

Here's a selfie I snapped with the buildings along Michigan Avenue reflected in the metalwork.

Downtown Chicago near Millennium Park (Aug 2025)

After dinner the Chicago weather was still beautiful, just less sunny. 🤣 We might've gone out carousing, but I think all of my colleagues were as tired as I was. We walked back to the hotel where most of us gathered for a nightcap at the bar in the lobby, then went up to our rooms. I was back in my room by 10pm. It had been a couple of long days already— with one more to go!

canyonwalker: My other car is a pair of hiking boots (in beauty I walk)
Kaiser Pass travelog #6
Back Home · Sun, 10 Aug 2025, 8:30am

We're back from our quick weekend trip to the Kaiser Pass in the Sierra Nevada mountains. How quick? Well, it started with our Friday Night Halfway in Fresno and finished when we got home late Saturday night. We were out for just over 29 hours. Here's a recap:

Friday night we arrived at our hotel. It's in Clovis, a smaller town adjacent to/a suburb of Fresno. Despite leaving later than I wanted, due to work going long, we got in earlier than I expected, due to traffic surprisingly not being shit on a summer Friday. Maybe it's because school started in many districts this past week and parents aren't taking their kids on weekend trips again yet? Anyway, despite arriving early enough to use the hotel's pool and hot tub we decided we'd rather just stretch out in our room. Partly that's because we used our pool and hot tub, at home, this afternoon.

Saturday morning I awoke with my 7am alarm then just puttered until 8. We didn't leave the hotel until almost 9. I'd have been frustrated about that but we didn't need to hurry. That's the point of Friday Night Halfway: to buy us more time to do things— and not have to rush— on Saturday. I noted as I checked the weather forecast that the high for the day in Fresno would be 106° F. 🥵 (That's 41° C for the rest of the world.) Well, it's a good thing we're not here for Fresno but to drive up into the high mountains. As a rule of thumb the temperature drops 3° per 1,000 feet of elevation, so at 7,000' it should be a warm but not stifling 85°.

Leaving town we stopped at Costco for gas then Del Taco for breakfast. As we got up into the mountains we stopped at a general store in Shaver Lake for snacks.

Our first activity was a drive up a 4x4 road to Kaiser Ridge. We'd already driven to the Kaiser Pass via California 168 and forest road 80. Now we left the pavement behind for another 1.5 miles on a dirt road to the top of the ridge. Up here we were at 10,000 feet with great views down across the Mono Valley of the San Joaquin River and the mountains beyond— or what would have been great views except that there was a lot of smoke in the air.  I joked some time back that when traveling in the West now we need to check not just the weather report but the fire report. It's turning out to be less a joke and more a prophesy. 🤦

Saturday afternoon we drove down the Kaiser Ridge to its far side, the Mono Valley. Why? Because buried deep in there are Mono Hot Springs, a cluster of natural hot springs fed by geothermal activity. There's a small resort there but also a handful of pools that are on Forest Service ground. We hiked a short trail to them and Hawk took a dip.

Late afternoon we stopped to hike Rancheria Falls on our way back down the west side of Kaiser Ridge. We've visited there once before, a few years ago. It was definitely worth visiting again. It was mellow in the late afternoon hours, and the light was perfect.

We got back to Clovis a bit after 7pm. We weren't staying another night, just stopping through for dinner and gas. We'd tried for dinner at a small pizza shop in Shaver Lake, but the staff there warned us the wait was 90 minutes to cook a pizza. We figured we could drive 60 minutes to the Fresno area and still eat sooner than that, plus be 60 minutes closer to home.

The last part of the drive home was late. We finished with dinner and getting gas around 8:15, but then it was over 2 hours home. We were both fading hard. I drove for an hour and a half, then Hawk took the last 45 minutes as I nodded in and out. We got home around 11, unpacked the car, then I took a shower and tumbled into bed.

canyonwalker: My other car is a pair of hiking boots (in beauty I walk)
North Coast Roadtrip travelog #3
Redcrest · Sat, 26 Jul 2025, 9am

This morning we got up around 7:30 at our motel in Garberville. The main reason I picked this particular tiny town for Friday night halfway, as opposed to pushing 30-45 minutes further north to a larger town along US 101, was to do a special drive in the quiet hours of the morning today. The Avenue of the Giants.


The Avenue of the Giants begins just north of Garberville and runs 31 miles, roughly paralleling highway 101. But for most of the drive you can't tell that you're close to a major north-south artery with 4 lanes of cars and trucks whizzing past at 65mph. Instead you're on a quiet country two-lane that winds among stately trees that can reach over 300 feet tall. The oldest of these trees are over 2,000 years old; though most of the trees in these groves probably are just 500-700 years old.

We dropped the top on our convertible, cranked the heat (because it's chilly out this morning!), and enjoyed the 360° view.

In beauty I walk. Even when I drive my car.


canyonwalker: Hangin' in a hammock (life's a beach)
Oregon Cascades Travelog #20
Bend, OR - Fri, 4 Jul 2025, 10:45pm

We spent a lot of the day taking it easy in Bend today. Really too much of the day. I get it that sometimes the weather doesn't cooperate with outdoors adventure plans, or that we need to take an easy day when we're traveling, or both. The take-an-easy-day thing is a reality we've faced more frequently as we get older. I accept that. But as I gazed at the bright blue sky out the window of our hotel room— a blue sky that the weather forecast continued to insist did not exist, had not existing at all today, and would not exist until tomorrow— I grew frustrated that what started as "Sure, let's take it easy" had turned into frittering. Inertia. Languor.

Hawk was still feeling out of sorts. She made it clear that she was willing to hike but not in a headspace to plan things or make decisions. She knows I know what she likes and is willing and able to do, so she trusted me to do the planning. I reviewed the lists of hikes we'd collected for this trip, checking them against maps for what there was still time in the day to do. As the hour wound toward 3pm we'd already frittered away more than half the day. But surely there was something to do. Indeed, I came up with not one but two possible hiking itineraries. One was desert-y and the other waterfall-y. Knowing Hawk, I figured the one with the waterfalls would be better. And I felt more like seeing waterfalls, too.


 
We drove northeast from Bend over the crest of the Cascade Mountains to Willamette National Forest. First we visited Gooch Falls, then drove south to another trailhead for the two-fer of Sahalie Falls and Koosah Falls. Actually the latter was more like a three-fer or even four-fer, as the McKenzie River flowing over these big falls also cascaded over a few smaller falls in between them.

As with the past few days, I'm holding up on detailed blogs with photos to keep more on top of the chronology of the trip. I'll add links here when I'm ready to post those blogs.

You may notice that the driving route for this trip bears a lot of resemblance to our trip of two days ago, when we hiked Downing Creek Falls and Proxy Falls. Indeed we drove right past the turnoff for Downing Creek Falls on our way to Gooch Falls today, and the drive from there to Sahalie and Koosah overlapped part of our drive to Proxy Falls.

"Why didn't we combine these trips together better?" you might wonder. I wondered that, too. And I was frustrated about it. The simple answer is that we didn't plan well enough. We didn't adequately research the location of all the hikes on our various lists. On the other hand, even if we did research them better, there are the issues of time and energy. There aren't enough of either to do all the proximally located hikes in one day. So we made another trip back over the summit and hiked them today.

And you know what? These hikes were awesome. All my frustrations about doing the same drive again two days later melted away, completely disappeared, as I saw the surprisingly big Gooch Falls. And Sahalie and Koosah and all the little falls in between them made today an excellent day— even though we didn't leave the hotel until just after 3pm.

Of course, the morning wasn't wasted. Soaking in the hot tub was nice. And late this evening I went back out to the hot tub for another soak. Oh, and during this soak, at 10pm, there were fireworks— because it's July 4th! I relaxed in the hot water with hotel neighbors I'd just met, watching the fireworks show for 30 minutes.

canyonwalker: My other car is a pair of hiking boots (in beauty I walk)
Oregon Cascades Travelog #15
Bend, OR - Thu, 3 Jul 2025, 8:30pm

We're back from another fun day of vacation in the Oregon Cascades. Though today we weren't really in the Oregon Cascades.... Instead we headed east from Bend into the high desert volcanic scrub land. Along the way we explored mountains of glass, hiked a volcanic fissure in the ground... oh, and saw about 100 hawks.


 
We saw the first few dozen hawks as we were driving east on US 20 out of Bend toward Glass Butte. The hawks were perched on power line poles along the side of the highway. At first we didn't see any raptors. Then we saw one or two. "Huh, I'm surprised there's food out here for them," I thought to myself. The we started seeing them every half mile. There must be plenty of food for them! I've only seen this density of birds of prey in the wild twice before.

We arrived in the area of the Glass Buttes and turned off the highway. From there we'd see only dirt and gravel roads for the next few hours. Yay, choosing to drive our own car (4x4 SUV) instead of flying and renting a car! We drove around to sites specifically where Hawk could rock-hound for different varieties of obsidian. She filled a canvas tote bag.

After rock-hounding and eating a trail lunch in the car we drove back out to the highway and backtracked a bit to the west before leaving the highway again to traverse gravel and dirt roads for most of the next 50 miles to get to Crack-in-the-Ground, an interesting volcanic fissure. From there we parked the car at the trail head, strapped on our packs, and hiked over 2 miles, much of it in narrow a chasm up to 70 feet deep. As with yesterday's summary I'm skipping over sharing photos (and video!) for now to keep from falling too far behind in writing about this trip.

Oh, and we at least a dozen more hawks on the drive to Crack-in-the-Ground. Plus another dozen more as we drove to the remote little town of Christmas Valley afterwards for a light dinner. Yes, it was already after 6pm! Then there were lots more hawks as we drove west toward Fort Rock and Hole in the Ground.

Yes, there's a Hole in the Ground in addition to Crack-in-the-Ground. We didn't get to see the hole, though, because it was raining by the time we got there. It was raining— pouring, really, with occasional lightning in the sky— as we passed by Fort Rock, as well. These both would've been fun to see. Alas, maybe on a return trip to Bend a few years from now!

Update, 11pm: the rain and lightning hit us in Bend later in the evening, spoiling yet another part of our plans for the day. Having gotten back to our hotel around 8:30pm we looked forward to soaking in the hot tub before it closes at 10. Well, at 9:15 or so when we were ready to go, WHOOSH! rain started to fall. We thought maybe we'd wait it out but then CRACK! lightning. And the rain lasted for 2 hours. It's a bummer we didn't get to use the hot tub. My sore muscles would've appreciated it.

canyonwalker: My other car is a pair of hiking boots (in beauty I walk)
Oregon Cascades Travelog #13
Bend, OR - Wed, 2 Jul 2025, 9:30pm

Our Day 2 of this Oregon Cascades vacation has been a very full and fulfilling one. Yesterday was only a part day of vacation because it was also a work day (for me). But today we spent the whole day on leisure, leaving our hotel around 9am and not returning until after 9pm. In the middle we did 3 hikes, visited 6 waterfalls— or maybe more; I lost count— and drove 187 miles.


We left our room at the Days Inn in Bend around 9am. Yeah, we slept in a bit today. I swatted the snooze button until almost 7:30 then took my time getting ready after that. A curious thing is that when we were loading our car just before 9 we saw what late risers we were. The hotel parking lot, which was full last night, was now 75% empty, and half the remaining cars had doors and trunks open with people buzzing around them, loading bikes, coolers, etc. I'll add that to my notes about the Days Inn brand: this one, at least, is popular with the outdoors activity demographic. Unlike, say, the tweaker and drug dealer demographic.

Our first hike of the day was Tumalo Falls, not far outside of Bend to the west. I'll save my notes about the trek and pics of the waterfall for when I write a full blog about it. For now it's added to my backlog so I don't fall further behind in writing about this trip. Long story short, though, Tumalo was amazing. The main falls was almost 100' tall, and there were additional waterfalls higher up on the trail.

After hiking Tumalo it was lunchtime. Being not far from Bend was a plus because we could drive back into town to eat some real food instead of protein bars and water from our trail rations. We found a frou-frou burger place on the west side of town. Hawk got a custom burger made to her specifications with avocado, while I enjoyed a lamb burger with feta cheese and tzatziki sauce.

Fueled up for the next several hours we headed northwest on US 20 over the Santiam pass. Our destination was Downing Creek Falls. The trail description I found on a blog written by a local gal said it was hard to find. She did not lie. We overshot the unmarked dirt road twice. Then, once on it, it was a narrow two-track with no signs of where to go. Between her blog and notes on AllTrails.com we found the right place and enjoyed a stunning falls all to ourselves.

After Downing Creek we headed south back toward the pass and then down into the canyon of the headwaters of the McKenzie River. We then turn back east and headed back uphill toward the McKenzie Pass. Along the way we stopped to hike Proxy Falls. Proxy Falls has both an upper and lower falls on a loop trail. The lower falls is the bigger of the two but is hard to see from the trail. We made up for that by scrambling down a hill, off trail, then walking on logs across a creek, then wet-footing it out into the creek at the bottom of the falls to gaze up at it. Wow. I hope the photos I'll share soon turn out as amazing as the falls did in person.

As we finished hiking at Proxy Falls it was already getting late— almost 6:30pm. We thought we'd just drive up over the McKenzie Pass and down to Bend for dinner. Or maybe stop 20 minutes early in the small town of Sisters. But when we got to the top of the pass the views forced us to stop. Atop the pass, the winding little state highway traverses a lava field. There's nothing but lava rock visible in any direction— except for the tall volcanic peaks in the distance on all sides! And, at the top of the pass, there's an observatory... that's made out of volcanic rock. We couldn't resist stopping and seeing that in the golden light of the setting sun.

Somehow the stark beauty of the McKenzie Pass sated our appetites just long enough to drive back down into Bend. We picked out a Mexican restaurant for dinner and enjoyed plates of enchiladas there. Afterward we ran a few errands: buying groceries for the next day and filling the car with gas. We're back late this evening, but we're planning to get out early tomorrow for a big hike.
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I mused yesterday that I was a slug on my day off. Well, today I had the day off, too. It wasn't a public holiday (yesterday was Juneteenth) so I took PTO. And today on my second day off I was slightly less of a slug.

Like yesterday I started the day by sleeping in. I didn't sleep in anywhere near as much, though. I was out of bed before 8. (It helped that I wasn't up half the night sleepless and with stomach problems.) I still frittered away the morning... though we got in a dip in the hot tub before I went out for lunch.

On the way home from lunch I ran one small errand then got back to frittering. Hawk suggested we go out for a hike instead of just frittering. I agreed. We changed into our hike-y clothes and drove out to the Sunnyvale Baylands.

It was a nothing-special hike, just a walk in a local park. Hawk is still getting over sickness so we didn't want to commit to anything big or strenuous. It was good to get out. The conditions weren't great, though. There was a strong wind on the bay, and the smells from the sewage treatment plants in the area were fierce. 💩😷 Also, the water was green. Bright green. When the bay looks like a bazillion people went 🤢🤮 it's kind of a turnoff. BTW, the green water isn't literally because 🤮; it's most likely because of a high concentration of algae or other microorganisms, and they can also contribute to the water smelling like 💩.

Despite the conditions we got a good hike in. I know because my feet were achy at dinnertime.

For dinner I had "freezer surprise". I'd dug through one of the shelves in the freezer earlier in the day and uncovered a bunch of stuff I'd forgotten I have. I defrosted and ate one of those finds, a package of precooked shrimp.

Tonight I'm frittering again. Hawk hopes she'll be up for a bigger hike tomorrow. Maybe we'll go back up into the mountains, like when we hiked at Russian Ridge two weeks ago. If not, maybe we'll get together with friends who are hosting a boardgames day.

canyonwalker: My old '98 M3 convertible (road trip!)
Sunday we made a day trip out to Zim Zim Falls. It's a fairly tall waterfalls in a fairly remote corner of the Bay Area. It's in Napa County, but not the part you think of when you hear "Napa Valley". There are no wineries, tasting rooms, or hot-spring lodges nearby. It 's out in the wilderness.

We rolled out of our garage just before 9:30am, having slept in a bit and then waited to see if we were up for a big day outdoors. It seemed like we were, so we filled water in our packs, stuffed changes of clothes in a sack, and set out for the day.

Getting to Zim Zim always feels like a bit of adventure in and of itself. The past few times I've thought of the road trip as having two parts, but this weekend I've realized it's really three.

Part One is zooming along interstate highways up to Cordelia, California. If you're not a local you might be wondering, "Where?" It's the small town on the edge of the Bay Area where I-680 ends at I-80— or where 680 begins as it forks off from 80, depending on your perspective. For us it's also a typical spot for an early lunch break on this trip. There's a Del Taco here, and eating at Del Taco is one of our guilty pleasures. We only get to do it on road trips, though. This one 73 miles away is practically the closest one to us!

Part Two of the trip is driving country roads up through Solano and Napa Counties. There are wineries back here, unlike what I said in the first paragraph, above. But the wineries are in the southern part of the leg of this trip, in the Suisun Valley geographical area.

Part Three of the drive starts as we turn off of Route 128 onto Berryessa Knoxville Road. In the past I've thought of this as an extension of part 2, but then each time I've gotten frustrated at how long it takes. Sunday I measured it. It's 24 miles. And the last several of those miles are slow— actually slower and slower each year— because the road is in increasingly poor shape as it climbs above Lake Berryessa. Notably the road involves 3 water crossings to get to the trailhead for Zim Zim.

Water crossing on Berryessa Knoxville Road (May 2025)

This weekend two were dry and the third had only an inch or so of water flowing across the road bed. But that wasn't the hard part of the drive. No, the part where I was thinking, This is probably the last year we drive here in our sports car convertible, was the crumbling road itself. The potholes are getting worse and worse.

Well, right around 12:30 we got to the trailhead. The drive had taken 3 hours, including our stop for brunch at Del Taco. Time to hike!

canyonwalker: My old '98 M3 convertible (road trip!)
Today we headed out to the Pinnacles— Pinnacles National Park— to hike. It's a day-adventure I've been looking forward to for a while, and finally today our schedules and the weather aligned. And oh, what nice weather it was. The park had a high temperature of 78° today, warm enough to feel, well, warm but not so hot that we'd regret being out in the sun. I mean, in the summer it gets really smokin' out there, like 100+. Thus a clear day in early spring is really the perfect time to visit. Like today!

We got off to a late start today. It wasn't until around 9:30 that we left the house. I'm not too proud to admit that I had some cold feet this morning about the hike, after planning it for the past week. The problem was I slept poorly last night. I considered whether I wanted to take an "easy day" today. I'd still go hiking somewhere; but somewhere shorter and easier. Intellectually I knew that I'd be happy once I got to the Pinnacles, but it took some pushing to get through the blahs.

The drive down to the Pinnacles was enjoyable. At 9:30am on Easter Sunday there wasn't a crazy amount of traffic. I mean, all 4 lanes in both directions on US-101 through San Jose were busy, just not bumper-to-bumper at 60mph like it sometimes gets.

42 miles out from home we reach the town of Gilroy. This is the southern end of what anyone could reasonably call the Bay Area or metropolitan San Jose. Though people do commute in from farther out than this. 😳 Beyond Gilroy US 101 narrows to 2 lanes in each direction and becomes a bit of a country highway as it traverses, well, countryside into Central California.

At 48 miles we reach the San Benito County line. Yes, 48 miles and we've just left the county. Where I grew up on the East Coast I could drive 48 miles and it'd involve 3 states. Welcome to the Western US! Government boundaries aside, we're happy to note as we cross the county line that the mountains around us are all still green.

At around 60 miles we near Prunedale. The only nice thing I have to say about Prunedale is that they finally allowed Caltrans to widen and straighten US-101 through their community so it's no longer a traffic bottleneck. Now it's a pleasure driving through the short mountain range here and dropping into the Salinas Valley on the other side.

At 67 miles we roll into the north side of Salinas. We're hungry so we stop for brunch at a couple of fast food restaurants. I eat at Carl's Jr.; Hawk gets Sonic Drive-In across the street. Then we get donuts for dessert from a nearby shop.

While in Salinas I have a... wardrobe malfunction. A seam ripped in my hiking shorts. I briefly consider a) just hiking for the day with a hole in my pants or b) just going home because I'm so pissed about it. Hawk points out we're literally right in front of a Wal-Mart, and almost certainly they have something inside I can buy and wear. I grumble about Wal-Mart fashion before, to my surprise, I find not one but three items of clothes to buy there!

South of Salinas 101 is a chill road. It's straight and level as it traverses farmland in the agricultural Salinas Valley. There's a Steinbeck museum here. He was born in Salinas and used it as inspiration for many of the settings in his books, including it being featuring literally in his classic, The Grapes of Wrath. I've read Salinas people are so pleased about it they've held book burnings in his honor.

At 97 miles we're finally in Soledad. This small town is where we turn off the highway and head up into the rugged hills of the Gabilan Mountains. You probably haven't heard of the Gabilan Mountains. But one thing interesting about them is they're so remote they're crossed than fewer roads than the Sierra Nevada range with its 14,000' peaks. And even state highway 146, which leads to the park, doesn't cross these mountains. It stops halfway across. It stops halfway across, in the park, then picks up again on the other side! The only way across Pinnacles National Park is on foot. That's how you know you're in a hard-core hiking park.

canyonwalker: My old '98 M3 convertible (road trip!)
Georgia Travelog #23
Helton Creek - Saturday, 12 Apr 2025, 6pm

Today has been another day of driving around the Appalachian Mountains of north Georgia, but unlike yesterday— when it rained on us most of the day— today has been beautiful. As a result we've had a fairly packed day.

Once again we started out from the Holiday Inn Express in Dawsonville— except this morning we checked out. Tonight we're not done 'til we get to Atlanta! But first there was so much else.

Today our first stop was in Helen, the over-the-top charming kitschy shrieking tourist trap of a town made up to look like a German alpine village. We thought it might be a good place to get some morning eats! Alas the German bakery we'd spotted yesterday was really a German confectionery. Meaning, most of what they sell ready-to-eat is sugary sweets. I didn't feel like a Bavarian cream donut with a side of cheese danish for breakfast, so we sulked back out to the car where I ate a protein bar as we continued our drive.

Next up was Anna Ruby Falls a bit north of Helen. This falls blew me away. It's reached by a totally paved trail. It's steep but doesn't have stairs like Amicalola Falls (which we visited Thursday). Its tourist-friendliness isn't what blew me away, though. It's that up at the end of the canyon is a double falls. Two different creeks falls the back wall of the canyon and merge at the bottom.

After the falls we doubled back to Helen for lunch. Yes, we thought eating in the tourist trap town would be fun! We scrupulously avoided all the tourist trappy places, though, and shared a pizza at a low-key pizzeria. Then we went back to that bakery we skipped out of in the morning, because Bavarian cream donuts with a side of cheese danish.

Our next stop was Upper Chattahoochee Campground to hike to Horse Trough Falls. This is one where the drive to get there turned into an adventure. The Apple Maps piped through my mobile phone into the car's infotainment system recommended a slightly different route than the Google Map I've embedded above. Yeah, make your jokes about Apple Maps; but this is the first time they've steered me wrong. We wound up taking a much longer drive on dirt Forest Service roads than we needed to. And a few times it took interpolating between Apple Maps and AllTrails to figure out the right way to go. But we did get there, safely, and had a bit of fun making it an offroad adventure. In a rental car.

Once we got to the trailhead for Horse Trough Falls— and OMG, what a terrible name— we had the place almost entirely to ourselves. Maybe other people got a bum steer from Apple Maps, too, but couldn't find their way out of it like I did. 🤣

The falls were a mostly level 1/2 mile walk from the parking lot. It could have been even shorter but the actual Upper Chattahoochee Campground was still closed for the season... despite signs from last year saying it'd reopen March 15. Oops, maybe the people responsible for reopening the campground got sacked in one of DOGE's mass firings. 😰

Horse Trough was another falls that blew me away. It wasn't as epic as Anna Ruby but it was still way more than I expected out here, at what felt like the (horse's) ass end of nowhere.

After Horse Trough we switched gears a bit and did a non-waterfall hike. Instead of a falls we visited the top of a mountain. And not just any mountain, but Brasstown Bald, elev. 4,784', the highest peak in Georgia. It was late, almost 4pm, when we got to the visitors center a few hundred feet below the summit. I wondered if I should've dropped it from the list to save time for other hikes but I chose instead to trust in the continued sunny weather and sunset just after 8pm to give us more time to play. We had a good late-afternoon visit up there and still had time for two more waterfalls!

Trahlyta Falls wasn't so much a hike as a jump-out-of-the-car-and-take-pictures situation. Yes, there was a hike we could do, but it was in a state park that had a lot of construction going on. It was a headache to deal with. So we drove out of the park and back around to an unmarked pulloff on the highway where we snapped pictures from across the creek canyon.

Finally we made it over to Helton Creek Falls. It was only about 15 minutes from Trahlyta, though it may have taken longer as once more we had to drive a few miles on a dirt road to get to a falls. Once more, though, the falls exceeded my expectations. I was ready for a maybe 20-foot tall falls. Instead we got a 100' tall falls in multiple drops!

canyonwalker: My old '98 M3 convertible (road trip!)
Georgia Travelog #17
Back in Dawsonville - Friday, 11 Apr 2025, 9pm

We've just gotten back to Dawsonville, our home base in northern Georgia for two days. Today was a full day of going out an about, driving around the southern Appalachian Mountains to visit waterfalls. We saw a number of waterfalls today... and had a lot of water fall on us— as rain.

If you're reading these blogs in chronological order of me posting them, you'll see that I've skipped over several. That's because I want not to fall too far behind on blogging about this trip. I figure I'll post at least 3 detailed blogs with photos of places we visited today. For now here's a wrap-up.

We started the day by driving to Cane Creek Falls outside Dahlonega, GA. Well, actually, we started the day by getting a bit of breakfast at the gas station convenience store across the highway from our hotel. Then we drove out to Dahlonega.

We didn't know it in advance but Dahlonega is called Gold City. "Gold rush" in the US is often associated with California (1849) or maybe Alaska (1896), but the first gold rush in the US happened in 1828 when gold was discovered here. Settlers and the government used it mostly as an excuse to push out the Cherokee people who lived here. 😒

Cane Creek Falls was an easy 1/4 mile walk each way. It's on the grounds of a religious retreat center. We wisely called ahead to make sure it's open to the public today. It is/was... but only until 3pm. So it's good we called because our initial plan was to hike this last during the day.

Next we drove out to the Three Forks trailhead. It was a long drive on Forest Service roads. I think we did 12 miles on dirt and gravel roads just to get there... and it started to drizzle as we did. I was glad we had a crossover with AWD as our rental car (though I've done worse terrain with a front-drive sedan).

At Three Forks we hoisted on our packs for a 1 mile trek each eay to Long Creek Falls. Moments after we started hiking it began pouring rain. We were prepared for it with our rain jackets as it had been drizzling already. At the falls we chatted with members of a church youth group on an overnight backpacking trip. Last night while we watched thunder, lighting, hail, and rain from the comfort of our hotel room they were huddled together in a shelter atop Hawk Mountain!

Back at the car after a wet hike we draped our jackets over the backs of our seats to help them dry and drove back toward civilization. "Civilization" was, in this case, anywhere with a paved road.

Our plan for what next had been Desoto Falls but it was still pouring rain when we got there. We decided instead to go on to our next stop and try back at Desoto afterward. That brought us to the town of Helen, where Hawk wanted to visit a rock shop. Helen turns out to be a German/Swiss themed little town in foothill country. Some would say "charming"; I say tourist trap.

After a fruitless foray in Helen we drove back to Desoto Falls. The rain had abated! And, thanks to the day's mostly shitty weather, the falls were almost deserted. And Desoto was a two-fer; there were two sets of falls in opposite directions on the trail. We visited both.

The rain was still holding off as we rolled back into town near sunset. On the drive back we debated where to eat dinner. I wanted something meaty, Hawk didn't, and we both wanted fast. We landed on a locally run burgers-and-shakes restaurant named, appropriately enough, Burgers and Shakes. I got a burger, Hawk got a veggie sandwich, and nobody got a shake. Instead we went to Culver's for ice cream. Yes, Culver's is a slice of Wisconsin down here in Georgia!

Now we're back at the room, 160 miles after we left. I've showered to help wind down for the night, and maybe we'll get to bed by 10pm. Tomorrow will be another day of driving and waterfalls— and hopefully no rain!

canyonwalker: My other car is a pair of hiking boots (in beauty I walk)
Non-Vegas Vegas Weekend Travelog #10
Valley of Fire State Park - Sun, 16 Feb 2025, 10am

Another day in Las Vegas— Henderson, actually— another day we leave town to do stuff elsewhere. Today's elsewhere is Valley of Fire State Park. It's about an hour north of town.

Valley of Fire State Park, Nevada (Feb 2025)

We've been here a few times before. Most recently two years ago. We figured that's long enough ago that it's worth visiting again. The park's fiery red rocks, from which it gets its name, make it worth it.

Valley of Fire State Park, Nevada (Feb 2025)

Today we did get out earlier than yesterday. I was frustrated yesterday that we were futzing around in town until about 11am and only got out to the first trailhead by almost noon. I set a goal of rolling from the hotel this morning by 8.... We didn't make it, but we did leave by 8:20/8:25, which didn't suck. The point of it was to keep plenty of time for hiking today. Oh, and to get started before the park gets hella crowded on this holiday weekend when the temperatures are mild.

Valley of Fire State Park, Nevada (Feb 2025)

From the visitors center, where I took the selfie at the top of this journal entry, a road climbs up a mountain into the heart of the red rocks country here. Along this road are trailheads for two great hikes, the White Domes loop, and the iconic Fire Wave trail / Seven Wonders loop. We'll hike them both today then see what else we have time & energy for.

To be continued....

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