Warning: This is a long story!
On May 18, 2005, I left for a ‘trip of a lifetime’ that covered 12,000 miles and 73 days. All did not go as planned, but it truly WAS a trip of a lifetime. For those of you who might be interested, you can follow the trip in photos by pointing your browser <Here> to see the assembled galleries for the entire trip. Alternatively, you will find links in the text below that connect galleries relating to the episode being described. I’ve also included three maps to show the overall route taken <Here>. Finally, I’ve added some retrospective comments <Here>.
There are five episodes that I sent back to friends at different points along the trip. It’s a ‘warts-and-all’ telling of the story that I assembled from the handwritten journals I kept up nearly every day. You may notice that I got more long winded as the trip went on …
Hello from the north!
[05/17/2005 – 06/12/2005]
We left on 5/17/05 for Idaho and on to Alaska via many places in Canada. We spent a couple of days in the upper Owens Valley. It came as a surprise that we found Willets in the sage, and a bigger surprise that we found an egg! We found it as we were walking back to the Samurai … I almost stepped on it. It was on open ground with no nest preparation whatsoever. I theorized that a scrape would be ready once the clutch was complete.
We spent a day and night at Mono Lake (South Tufa Beach) and found Sage Sparrows, Western Gulls (galore), a Dipper feeding 3 fledglings, Western Wood Peewees and a flycatcher I believe was a Willow, and Wilson’s and Yellow Warblers. Those are all I remember as of this writing.
We drove on in a pretty hard push to Malheur NWR in Central Oregon. Our route was rather circuitous, but scenic. It took us from California, to Nevada, back into California, into Oregon, back across the border into Nevada, and then back into Oregon. I think we covered about 600 miles that day.
Malheur NWR gave us Western Tanagers, Brewer’s, Red-winged and Yellow-headed Blackbirds, Yellow Warblers and Common Yellow-throats, Sandhill Cranes, White-faced Ibis, Ravens, Black-billed Magpies (eating a RWBB egg), Cinnamon and Blue-winged Teal, Mallards, Northern Shovelers, Red-necked Phalarope, Cliff, Tree, and Barn Swallows, Song Sparrows, Bullock’s Oriole, Greater Egret, Chukar, California Quail, Willet, Western Meadow Lark, Northern Harrier, Avocet, Killdeer, White Pelican, Avocet, Black-necked Stilt, Double-crested Cormorant, Franklin’s Gull, Western Grebe, Northern Flicker. They also heard: Pied-billed Grebe, Sora and Virginia Rails, Snipe (which they also photographed), and Night Hawks. And those damned Brown-headed Cowbirds. We had hoped to reach the Sage Grouse leks at sunrise, but since we needed another day and were expected in Idaho, we moved on without seeing the leks. We saw the birds at Owens Valley, though.
Driving north through Idaho we stopped briefly in New Meadows before pushing north again.We arrived at Kamiah, Idaho on 5/21/05 and it took us until 5/29/05 to get Corky (Steve’s dad) ready to go. In all fairness, the rear brakes on the Samurai went south during our stay there (wheel cylinders ruptured) and Corky helped me (or I helped him) get them rebuilt. Its good that it happened there … so much for the Midas inspection 6 months prior that said they were fine!
The next days took us through Kootenay NP, in British Columbia (BC), Banff, BC, and Jasper, BC. From Jasper we drove to Grand Prairie, Alberta (AB) where we camped between Little Lake and Saskatoon Lake. We were told of an incredible warbler migration corridor at the east end of Lesser Slave Lake, AB, so we decided to head east to see for ourselves. When we arrived on 6/6/05, we realized that we’d just missed a big warbler festival. We spoke to a couple catching and banding birds in mist nets, that the peak migration had been on the 3rd week in May (2 weeks earlier). We found a decent camp and enjoyed mostly excellent weather and birds until we left on 6/8/05 to Dawson Creek, BC, and the official start of The Alaska Highway.
In Dawson Creek, we were told we’d gotten through southern Canada in time to miss torrential rains and flooding. We also heard that a black bear killed a 26-year-old woman in Kootenay NP after she climbed a tree to escape, but the bear pulled her down and ate her. I can only imagine her terror.
We stayed at Beatton Provincial Park at Charlie Lake (near Ft. St. John, BC) for a few days. We’d each been passing around a virus and here it was my turn to take the dive. I spent 6/9/05 just taking it easy. We drove most of today (6/11/05) to Ft. Nelson, BC. We’ll do more exploring here tomorrow and play it by ear when we’ll travel again.
In general, the road ahead is Watson Lake, Yukon (YK), White Horse, YK, Dawson City, YK and Inuvik, Northwest Territories (NWT). Inuvik is well north of the Arctic Circle and it’s quite likely we’ll be there for the longest day of the year on 6/21/05. There the sun will make a great circle around us without dipping below the horizon.
Stops on the way were at North Fork Pass, Two Moose Lake, Ogilvie Valley, Rock River and the Richardson Mountains.
Ta for now,
Jack
[06/12/2005 – 06/25/2005]
Hello from the north,
June 25, 2005 finds me in Inuvik, NWT, and traveling solo. This morning I tried to catch a flight to Tuktoyaktuk, but the flight had to be canceled because of low ceiling that would not allow planes to land. I was planning a day trip, but that not being allowed, I checked into lodging in Tuk, but that didn’t work out either. I guess I might not get to dip my toe in the Arctic Ocean … <sigh>.
A LOT has transpired, some good, some bad, since I last wrote. Since my last note was from 6/11/05, I’ll start there.
6/12/05: Ft. Nelson, BC
On leaving Fort St. John yesterday, we traveled in alternating drizzle, rain, and threats thereof for most of the way. Just before reaching Ft. Nelson, we broke out of the poor weather and finished the trip under partly sunny skies. At the RV camp where we settled, I learned they had been dry for four days.
We searched for birds in the area. And had some luck in a wooded hillside across the road from the campsite. There seemed to be better opportunities at the edges than in the interior of the woods. We found Yellow-bellied Sapsuckers, Northern Flickers, and Western Tanagers for sure. I think a saw a Fox Sparrow briefly and a fast moving warbler with black side stripes, but I got no photos and can’t be sure of the ID.
And the drama … I provide the following because it factors into current events.
Corky is a talker. Sometimes he talks when no one is listening. I believe he just likes to hear his own voice. Usually, this is amusing and easy to tolerate. It’s a different matter when I’m trying to get a photo of a bird. Often stillness is a requirement. While I was in just that scenario, sitting quietly waiting for a bird to return to a perch it had been using, Corky walked up to me and just started chatting away. I didn’t make any objections at first, but when I said something about it and moved away, he growled “I ain’t hurtin’ nothin’”. While I sure that this was his opinion, it does not make it fact, but to get him to see it differently is no easy task. Both he and Steve have a tendency to state opinions with such force as to create an aura of close-mindedness. While not universally true, I’ve seen this with enough frequency that I feel it’s usually an exercise in futility to debate the related topic. It’s a challenge for me, and I’m still working on it. On talking to Steve about what had happened (I had no wish to spoil anyone’s good time), he suggested I make some kind of apology, even if I didn’t mean it. I did so.
6/14/05: Muncho Lake BC
We got to see caribou and Rocky Mountain Stone Sheep on the road yesterday. The caribou had fine coats, but the sheep looked quite raggedy. Birding throughout the mountains is quite sparse, but the scenery is spectacular.
Our dry weather has ceased. Last night it started raining, and it continues to drizzle as we push to Watson Lake (YK). Muncho Lake and the river that drains it, is sort of milky blue because of the glacial till that leaches out of the surrounding mountains. It gives the water an interesting look. Yesterday our views of the Northern Rockies were clear. Today I found them shrouded in misty clouds.
This morning in Muncho Lake, we broke our fast with eggs (etc.) in a restaurant within ‘the largest log building in BC’. Flying outside the windows of our table were swallows (Cliff and Trees or Violet Greens). At our camp last night were Ravens and Mew Gulls along with some sparrows who were too shy to ID.
6/15/05: To Whitehorse, YK
I took the wheel most of the way from Watson Lake and stopped at the Yukon River bridge. Thousands (it seemed) of Cliff Swallows were circling hundreds of feet over the water. I could hear flickers and kingfishers a short distance away. The river is very clear here, and it moves with a steady, slow pace. There is a dam a few hundred yards downstream, but it is not impeding the river’s progress. It was quiet here as we arrived, but it is just like stopping along the road at an African game park, it is short-lived. Soon about a half dozen more travelers had joined us and this quiet place is bustling … ah well!
Pleasant weather followed us to Whitehorse, but some serious thunder boomers arrived while we were sorting out vehicle maintenance and shopping for supplies. It seemed to come as a surprise to the locals as well. There was a foot or more of water standing in several intersection. This caused some gridlock as smaller cars stopped for fear of the deep water. I could drive the Samurai through the deeper sections and leave the timid behind.
Many people have written about birding opportunities right here in Whitehorse. I think we’ll look at some of them tomorrow. The tire store parking lot, where we had the truck’s oil changed is where we’ll be sleeping tonight. We’d be out before they arrive in the morning, anyway. We’d considered making a long push to Inuvik from here, but we thought better of it when I pointed out the tension levels we’d be putting ourselves under.
6/17/05: Adios Whitehorse
I think this little town has a population of about 20,000. The entire Yukon Province has maybe 25-30,000 people. The largest part of them live here because of jobs, as it is the seat of the provincial government. It seems an eclectic group that inhabit this place. You are bound to find more than your share of ‘true characters’. I’d like to visit here again. I think it might be a challenge to stay through the winter, though. There’s that long stretch where the sun would not show for very many hours, but then there’d be a glorious summer and a pretty interesting spring and fall.
We found good birding downtown near the river. Yesterday we found McIntyre Marsh with lots of birds, including dozens of eagles (Bald and Golden). Now we’re off to Dawson City on the Klondike Highway. Then, on to the Dempster Highway!
6/18/05: The Klondike Highway. (Places to get through. Places to be.)
We stayed at Twin Lakes last night. Our map showed 18 sites of camping and fishing. Steve and Corky wanted to wet their lines. It turned out that the lake shore was fine for fishing, but bad for catching. Being a shallow lake, most of the fish were in the deepest waters for cooler temperatures.
I looked for birds, but found few. There were juncos (Slate backed) and Hermit thrushes singing all around. I tried to photograph the thrushes, but only got two mediocre pictures. Very shy, these thrushes! I heard Common Yellow-throats in the thickets near the water’s edge. There was a loon far away at the limits of my vision in the lake, but I enjoyed the calls in the morning. Also in camp this morning were magpies and Gray Jays. There were gulls (Mew? Herring?) on the lake, and Corky said he saw a Gadwall hen with nine babies. I saw a pair of scaup (Lesser?) And a Bufflehead hen.
I made breakfast for everyone this morning and then went for a walk with the camera AND the GPS. Yesterday I followed trails around the lake and found myself in a section I hadn’t expected. It took quite some time to find camp again, and I did a lot of kicking myself for not carrying the Garmin Etrex Vista. Had I been packing it, I’d have saved myself a lot of walking (with tripod and camera). It rained somewhat on the hike, but had gear for me and the camera, so no harm done.
We’ve all started to carry bear spray too. It’s a strong pepper spray that’s supposed to be good to 30 feet. We all hope we don’t need to use them.
We started our drive to Dawson under gray clouds, but after a few hours, we broke out under blue skies.
6/20/05: After breakfast on the Dempster Highway.
The Dempster Highway does not disappoint. We drove to first 80Km or so with little to report on … birdwise. After beginning our ascent of the North Fork Pass, our encounters began to improve. The country is raw. Rugged mountains (South Ogilvies) surround big sweeping glacier carved valleys. As you walk into the ‘bush’, 4-6″ of lichens and moss cushion your footing.
I found redpolls. Judging voice, I thought they might be Hoary, but later review of pictures and range maps, assured me that they were Common AND Hoary Redpolls. White-crown Sparrows are EVERYWHERE!
Late yesterday we stopped high on the East Blackstone River. We hiked to a pond just off the road and found nice encounters with Red-necked Phalaropes. We also had a delightful visit with American Tree Sparrows. We moved a little further down the road to our campsite for the evening. There, about 200 feet from the river, we met our sparrows again (American Tree and White-Crowned). After dinner, Steve found a female Harlequin duck on the water, and Corky found a nice Willow Ptarmigan that sat well enough for us all to get photos. Later, while managing our digital photo data, I spotted a blondish furred critter moving through the brush a ½ mile away. I was hoping for a bear, but it turned out to be a fox. It never got within camera range, but it made for a delightful end of the day.
After breaking camp in the morning, we drove north. We spotted a Mew Gull on a nest on a small grassy island on a small pond to the left of the road. On closer inspection, there were Lesser Yellowlegs also nesting. We took our fill of photos and left them in peace to investigate the other side of the road. Walking over these bogs is like stepping through 6-8″ of wet sponges. Amazingly complex are these mosses.
6/21/05: The longest day.
We’ve yet to cross the Arctic Circle, but at our present location (N65° 47.11′, W137° 46.825′), the sun will set today at 1:44am and rise at 2:40am. Later, we made it past the Arctic Circle on this day, though. There, I checked my GPS for sunrise/sunset times and it displayed no information for times. Very cool!
I’ve named the big rigs that travel this road “Dempster Dusters”. They live up to the name quite well. They churn up great columns of dust clouds as they thunder up and down this road. When it’s dry, all who travel here will conjure a share of dust. With ten tires down (6 on the truck, 4 on the Samurai), we too generate a good share, but we are no match for these ‘Dusters’. We saw some ‘Dusters’ being tailed by a pickup truck loaded with spares (probably because of a hard-learned lesson along the way). There are no services between the Klondike Highway and Eagle Plains, nor between Eagle Plains and Ft. McPherson, and just one between there and Inuvik. This road can be very hard on its travelers.
We encountered one driver the day later (when it was muddy) who drove his rig like a weapon. We stopped and pulled over to let him pass, and he sped up down the road, charging us with a double trailer of shipping containers fish tailing behind. The road there was quite narrow and he only barely missed us. Taking some perverted joy, I suppose, as it was spraying us with a heavy coating of mud. A plague of chiggers on him and all his kindred.
An hour before reaching Eagle Plains, we began to encounter smoke. It eventually got bad enough to bother my eyes. When we reached Eagle Plains, I was told that there were four fires burning in the area, and they’d been burning for 4 days. I’ve heard that these ‘peat fires’ will smolder through the tundra mosses and are very difficult to extinguish. The fires were all south of Eagle Plains, so we expected the air to clear as we went north (it did).
6/22/05: North of the Arctic Circle
Last night we camped at Rock River (Mile 278). After making camp a young German man whom we knew to be traveling with his father approached us. They stayed at the adjacent site at our last camp (Engineer Creek). It turned out they had two bad tires under the rear of their rented camper truck. By the time they realized they had a flat, they’d ruined the tire. After putting on the spare, they realized they had a leak in the other rear. Ultimately, after lending them my small compressor and a can of sealant, they could continue under a flag of caution. We convinced them to go north to Ft. McPherson, rather than turning back to Eagle Plains (which was closer). I let them keep the compressor, and we followed. Our pace included photo stops, so we didn’t catch them until the following day. They eventually got a repair and made it to Inuvik. The German guys returned my compressor after they got the repair, and they bought a can of sealant to replace the one I’d lent them.
It rained and snowed in camp that night. I photographed a Swainson’s Thrush and got some mediocre shots of a Varied Thrush mom feeding a noisy fledgling, but papa thrush, who sang from the treetops and would NOT come down.
6/25/05: Inuvik
[06/12/05 – 06/25/05]
We are no longer traveling as a threesome. The road has taken its toll on relationships. Steve is a very angry man. Given his recent history (not detailed here), he has much to be angry about. He believes he is an easygoing person, but under the surface he simmers when bothered until he explodes. It is little meaningless things that have set him off on this trip. He and I had a problem on 6/4 that erupted because I ate a bagel that he thought I should have saved. We’d skipped breakfast that day to go birding early and came back hungry. Steve and Corky grabbed what they wanted to eat and there were only a few items in the fridge that I had an interest in. Since I went shopping a week earlier in Idaho and purchased the bagels, I thought nothing of taking it for the purpose it served. Steve got ugly about it and I was ready to separate then and there, but we talked it out and we stayed on as a group.
On the evening of 6/22, we’d been traveling through muddy conditions all day (remember the insane truck driver I spoke of?). We finally stopped at a rest area at the Rengeng River (after the 2nd ferry crossing and the Mackenzie River). About 200 lbs of mud covered both vehicles. of Dempster mud. The others climbed into the camper, but I took a bucket to a nearby creek to carry water to wash off a couple of ‘clean’ places for entry and egress purposes. When I finished and made my way into the camper, Corky asked if I wanted a cup of tea. Though not my drink, I thought it sounded like a sociable thing to do. When I asked where the tea was, Corky directed me to the cabinets over the sink. I opened the door and saw what looked like a box with tea bags, and pulled out a bag of sweetener. I thought this humorous and commented about the sugar. Steve groused that this was HIS PERSONAL tea, bought with his PERSONAL money, and he wasn’t about to share. He then continued in what I would call a forceful, venomous tirade. He went on to include other topics on this rant. I declined to participate in the dispute, yet I felt furious. The following day we finished the drive to Inuvik in silence. I made my plans to separate from the father-son team, but I felt it was pointless to discuss the subject under the current emotional state we were in.
Arriving in Inuvik, Steve announced we’d be getting a hotel and rest for a couple of days. I temporarily felt optimistic that we could work things out. The rooms were high ($160), but I did not care. The rest would be good.
When I walked into the hotel café the next morning, Steve and his dad were finishing coffee. I believe over coffee, Corky told Steve that it was too expensive to stay at the hotel. Here they hit me with, ‘what was I going to do today?’ I ordered breakfast and had to endure what had become an established derogatory pattern about how much Steve HATED eating breakfast. They were planning to check out. Since I had no intention of continuing on with the two of them, I had to deal with the drama while eating my food.
I had hoped to get Steve to see how much his ‘approach’ to me was damaging, but he chose to continue on and justify himself. I was taking up too much ‘space’ with my stuff. The fact that I’d paid him $1000 before we started as ‘usage’ fees, had escaped his memory. (I later looked at these ‘spaces’ with my things removed … it was STILL a crowded mess). As soon as I heard Steve defend and justify his angry outburst, I knew I had no choice but to separate. What followed was very emotional for me. I became very sad. Steve recognized this and tried to soften his approach to me somewhat, but serious damage had been done. Time will have to tell if our friendship can survive.
I spent yesterday organizing myself for independent travel. I had to breakdown the 2-man kayak, and Steve agreed to transport the bags that stored the parts. I organize the 1-man kayak for single transport, which meant refitting the carrying caddy on the Samurai and working the tarp to the single boat (they had been piggy-backed atop the Samurai) where we sewed it to fit over both boats). I gathered essential gear from the truck/camper (food, clothes, books, boat batteries, repair gear, …), and I secured carrying bags for the 2-man boat to the roof of the camper so Steve could carry them.
After doing my best to organize everything, I realized that I needed to ship a number of items in order to have a manageable load. I hoped to find a shipper Sunday or Monday, but I’d better do something before I head south on my own.
If I stay on to Monday, I may yet decide to try for Tuktoyaktuk again!
Wish me luck,
Jack
July 2, 2005
[06/27/05 – 07/02/05]
My last message was from Inuvik (pronounced in-NEW-vik) on June 25th. As I put this story into an electronic form, I am in Fairbanks Alaska. Inuvik was many miles ago. I stayed several days there getting prepared for the drive out. On 6/27/05 I left Inuvik, so I’ll start my account there.
06/27/05: It’s always something!
On this start of my ‘get-a-way’ day from Inuvik, I phoned UPS Canada to get information on how to ship the extra gear back home. It turns out the local UPS contractor was less than helpful and gave me bad information. Of course he insisted that UPS was the culprit. Nonetheless, because of the export customs protocols, it looks like I’ll be hauling all my gear myself. (I still have it here in Fairbanks, but I should be able to ship from here w/o customs to mitigate).
This setback has caused me to decide against the trip to Tuk. This morning I gathered groceries and supplies for the trip south. I think I may have stated earlier, that the Dempster Highway is like driving from San Diego to Reno ON DIRT ROADS.
06/28/05: On the road to Eagle Plains (again)
Yesterday I pushed hard much of the way. The road between Ft. McPherson and Inuvik is largely flat and uninteresting terrain, and I wanted to get to the Richardson Mountains to spend time on things we rushed by on the way up. Alas, the Short-eared Owls I’d seen, weren’t working the tundra fields as I’d seen them the week before. Neither were the American Golden Plovers or the Wimbrels I’d seen in the fields further south.
I stopped at a couple of campsites along the route, but the day was hot and the midnight sun plays hell on my sleep patterns. I stopped at the Eagle River and setup my tent and mats on a picnic table, but at 6:30pm it was HOT. While the tent gave relief from the mosquitos, it interfered with the mild breeze, and the heat prevented any restful sleep. I decided to continue on to the hotel at Eagle Plains, as that would be my only salvation.
I was feeling a bit trepidations about my fuel capacity. I decided I probably had enough to complete my longest legs (a 12-15 gallon tank, plus 2 five gallon Jerry cans), but just in case, I emptied one of the 5-gallon cans into the tank at Ft. McPherson, then refilled it. If I could make it to Eagle Plains (the halfway point of the Dempster) with one can intact, I’d be able to make it all the way to the Klondike Highway. I made it to Eagle Plains with BOTH cans intact. I now have more confidence in my ability to get to my destination.
06/28/05: Later on, driving further south
The fires south of Eagle Plains are STILL burning. Yesterday, from the north, I could see columns of smoke rising in the distance. Now the smoke is hugging the ground that I’m riding on, and it bothers my eyes.
While driving, I saw a ‘red’ bird fly across the road in front of me. I stopped to investigate. I could hear a bird singing some distance away, but its song was unfamiliar to me. While I was puzzling over the song, the ‘red’ bird moved again by me at the tops of the spruces. It was a White-winged Crossbill. Cool! I decided to listen to my bird song recordings for my mystery singer. I thought it could be a sparrow. Sure enough, it was a Fox Sparrow. The recordings weren’t exactly what I was hearing, but it was close. I played them louder, and the bird came to investigate. It circled around me at a distance too far for photography, but I got nice views. A nice Taiga (red) Fox Sparrow. At this location on the Eagle Plains (plateau) I also saw a Gray-cheeked Thrush and a Yellow-Rumped (Myrtle) warbler.
By the time I’d dropped off the Eagle Plains plateau and into the Ogilvie River Valley, the smoke from the fires began to clear somewhat.
06/29/05: A night camping on the Dempster
Last night I pulled off the road and found a track that led about 1/4 mile to the river. I was tired, and the catnaps I’d been taking inside the Samurai weren’t cutting it. Besides, the mosquitos seemed to have found some secret passage from the outside to the inside. The tent was my best option now. Now on the Blackstone River, and south of the Arctic Circle, I could count on the sun passing below the horizon for a few hours. It being still warm, I started out with just a blanket, but after a few hours it cooled substantially. I decided to break out the sleeping bag, and I was toasty thereafter.
This morning, there were a couple of places I wanted to visit on my way south; in particular, a small lake at about Km 98 (North Fork Pass) where I’d met Red-Necked Phalaropes. I sought another opportunity as the photos I had taken were not of satisfactory quality.
After a few exploratory stops along the way, I made it to the lake at mid-afternoon. The phalaropes were still there, along with Surf Scoters, Long-Tailed ducks (Oldsquaw) and Buffleheads. I also encountered Yellowlegs (both kinds I believed at the time). While the Lessers were in many places, the Greaters were not supposed to be here at all, though I’d heard them at another location a little further north. At this location, while I was photographing some Least Sandpipers, a Lesser Yellowlegs landed in front of me and began ‘barking’ at me. He’d been doing this during almost my entire visit here, and I thought nothing of it. Just then the Greater Yellowlegs (I believed) landed and chased off the Lesser. He began his unique ‘winnowing’ song and sat for his portrait nicely.
[Addendum: After my return, I investigated the identification and found that these birds were ALL Lesser Yellowlegs. Both birds share the ‘winnowing’ song. The recordings that I’d studied did not indicate it for the Lesser, but it should have.]
The Least Sandpipers were a pleasant surprise for me too. Earlier, near where I camped, I’d photographed what I thought was a Western Sandpiper, but closer review of the pictures showed that it too, was a Least. These ‘peeps’ all look very much alike to me. Another surprise was a ptarmigan family that I encountered (Willow, I believe). There was Mom, Pop, and several babies.
On the way north we’d passed a lake near the summit of the North Fork Pass, about 3/4 of a mile to the west of the road. There were two swans (Tundra, I suspect) feeding there. I looked at them again, but thought better of taking the hike down to the water (& back). The tundra is not that easy to walk through, and my energy level was not up to it.
Just down the hill from North Fork Pass was the ‘Tombstone Mountain Camp Site’. I pulled in to investigate some displays they had. There was a woman attendant who said she’d seen me earlier while driving by, at the little lake taking pictures. When she asked what I was shooting, I told her of the Yellowlegs. She seemed quite excited to hear of the Greater Yellowlegs (I later realised these birds were Lesser Yellowlegs) and asked if I’d send a report to the Yukon Bird Club. I said I would when I could find an internet connection.
I decided to drive on to Dawson City from here. I opted for a shower, bed and room for the night. I was pleased that the fuel in the tank not only got me to the Klondike Highway but also provided enough to spare for me to drive the 20-25 miles into Dawson. There, I fueled up and gave the Samurai a bath. I was most concerned with the underside and the mud that filled every crevice. I also cleaned the engine.
The room I got was supposed to have wireless ‘high speed’ internet, but I learned later that only by renting their proprietary hardware, could it be utilized. I had a fair amount of computer work to do anyway … going through my photos and organizing them. I also wanted to write up my handwritten notes, but picture editing was all I had energy for. I decided, on advice from the visitor’s center, that the ‘Downtown Hotel’ could meet my needs.
I feel that this town is a cheap tourist trap. It is very run down looking, but they try to put a good ‘face’ on things … but it’s a case of ‘sow’s ear’ and ‘silk purse’. The drive into town on the Klondike Highway is damn depressing. The entire valley has been dredged and the gravel piles cover the valley floor in huge ugly piles that stack up for miles. Some of the surrounding hills bear the scars of hydro-mining. Inuvik wasn’t much to brag on, but it’s a working town, and I prefer it to this town. So much destruction in the search for gold.
That being said, I had a surprisingly good meal in the hotel restaurant (the Jack London Grill). I told the waitress I was looking for vegetarian fare. She told me that this town did not offer much to us vegetarians (she too claimed to be one). She said the cook could make up a ‘special’ vegetable pasta. I asked for a marinara sauce and to surprise me with the pasta (noodles). It turned out to be one of the best meals of the trip.
06/30/05: Thirty days hath September …
The last day of June found me in Dawson City, Yukon. After breakfast and room checkout, I wanted to take another shot at shipping my unneeded gear. On this I failed again. I found some help at the local hardware store. (* This could be a trend. In Inuvik a hardware store’s proprietor was quite helpful too.) The manager found a large used Visqueen bag in his trash. With that and a roll of wide packing tape that I bought there, I could surround the box of gear that I had strapped to the rack of the Samurai. I’d been lucky that the drive from Inuvik delivered no rain, but the road ahead was sure to deliver precipitation. Now the box was protected.
The road to Alaska from Dawson is called “The Top of the World” road. By 11:30am, I was on a ferry crossing the Yukon River to leave Dawson behind. At about 20 miles into this leg of the trip, it becomes apparent why this road carries its name. From its track one can see in all directions. You ride broad rolling ridges that overlook great valleys and vistas of mountains that fade into the misty haze.
The weather appears to be changing here. From Dawson I could see billowing clouds in the distance. Now on the road, they looked even more threatening. It appears that my box’s rain gear came just in time.
The surface of this road has been alternating between gravel and pavement. Somehow, the gravel seems ‘cleaner’ than that on the Dempster, and the dust generated seems different, less offensive to the senses.
I stopped at a couple of places on the road to listen for birds. I encountered Orange-crowned and Yellow-Rumped (Myrtle) warblers. I also glimpsed a thrush which could have been a Gray-Cheeked.
At about the 50 Km (from Dawson) road mark, it started to become apparent that there were fires burning in this area too. There’s been a haze hanging in the valleys, but now it starts to irritate eyes and nose. It’s not as bad as it was at Eagle Plains, but the visibility has dropped to a mile or so. Most of the clues point to a fire to the southeast (Ft. Yukon fire, I later would learn). At about the 95-100 Km mark, I began to see another fire to the north. Here I could see the actual line of fire about 2 miles away. No firefighting was being done here. I’m now considering myself lucky to get through this road, considering my other option would take me due south and almost to Whitehorse and add hundreds of miles.
I could not see any red flames in the fire. It’s my understanding that these ‘peat’ fires smoulder through the sphagnum mosses, but they are quite difficult to put out. Most of the spruce trees here won’t survive, but I’m not sure they are that long lived, anyway.
At 2:30pm (Pacific), 1:30pm Alaska time, I crossed back into the USA at what has to be to loneliest, most remote border check on the continent. Though the settlement of Boundary Alaska was a few short miles away, the crossing station seemed to be a hundred miles from any ‘civilization’. I didn’t ask, but the building must serve both American and Canadian customs operations (I later learned that this assumption was correct). The agent who ‘interviewed’ me, informed me that the road ahead was gravel for 45 miles (two miles past Chicken, AK), then paved the rest of the way to the Alaska Highway, about 100 miles total to Tetlin Crossing. Then it’s about 12 ½ miles more to Tok.
The road from Chicken, Alaska south is no longer called the ‘Top of the World’, from there to its terminus at Tetlin Crossing, it is called the ‘Taylor Highway” and it continues north to Eagle Alaska. About 26 miles from the border crossing, there is a campsite at the Walker Fork (river). At this place I can see close up, the aftermath of the fires. There appears to have been a great fire here a year ago. All the mosses have turned to blackened carbon charcoal. Some tops of these small spruce trees seem to be hanging on for dear life. I couldn’t say if the trees will survive or if it will be a mere short extension of their lives.
The birds in this place are quiet. I heard a warbler that sounded like an Orange-Crowned, and there are some swallows … Cliff and possibly some Violet-Greens.
Further down the road I reached ‘Chicken’ Alaska. The story goes that in trying to name the settlement, they wanted to call it Ptarmigan, but nobody knew how to spell that, so they settled on ‘Chicken’. Two miles further the road turned to pavement as promised. From here I pushed on to Tok and get dinner and a room for the night.
07/01/05: Tok, Alaska
Today is the Canadian equivalent of the 4th of July. I got out in the nick of time <grin>. I spent the night in an $85 turned $75 room that most places would have been a $45 to $35 room. It was clean and it served its purpose.
There is a high ceiling of thin gray clouds this morning. I have options of two roads leading out of town from here. One road leads through Glennallen and on to Anchorage. The other goes to Delta Junction where I could go north to Fairbanks or south to Glennallen. After reviewing my bird finding books, I chose to go toward Fairbanks. I still could travel the Glennallen route from Anchorage later if I choose.
Eighteen miles west of Tok, I stopped at Moon Lake. There I met some interesting birds. When I arrived it was raining and thus limited my photography efforts. On the water I could see ducks (Bufflehead), loons (Pacific), goldeneyes (Barrow’s) and scaup (not sure which one). On the shores I could see blackbirds (Brewers), robins, juncos, and I could hear warblers (Common Yellowthroat), Swainson’s Thrush, and flickers. But by far, the most rewarding was the Three-Toed Woodpecker. I’d hoped I’d be able to photograph this bird when I started planning this trip. Now this wish had come true!
I made one more stop at the Delta Agricultural Project on this leg. I was hoping to get to see the Upland Sandpiper there. I did … and pictures too! I decided to make it to Fairbanks this day, so it would call for a bit of a push.
By 8:30pm I’d made it to Fairbanks. Weather hampered the drive. It rained either on me or ahead of me, and the roads were mostly pretty wet. As I neared the city, the sun was low in the sky and right in my face. The reflections off the wet highway were especially bothersome. I found food at a Denny’s, touted “The Most Northern Denny’s,” and a room at the Super 8 next door.
07/02/05: Fairbanks
The Super 8 accommodations where I stayed last night did not impress me. This morning I decided I would NOT stay another night.
After breakfast, I put some genuine effort to find a shipper for my extra gear. I found the UPS depot, but it was closed. I was told of a Mailboxes Etc. store across town and I set off to find it. Of course these are all now called “The UPS Store”, and I could ship out all the gear I wanted to shed. What a relief!
That chore being done, I had the rest of the day to scope out the town. I knew from my bird finding books of a few places to look. After finding a dud, I found a jewel. Being that it was raining I decided to find better quarters and come back later.
I found the Comfort Inn. It had free wireless internet, the rooms are nicer, it has an elevator (Super 8 required a hike up 3 flights of stairs), and it is $20 less. I signed up for two nights. From here, I’ll likely head south past Denali Park and on to Anchorage and the Seward Peninsula.
So you see, the adventure continues,
Jack
July 13, 2005
[07/05/05 – 07/13/05]
My last report was from my arrival in Fairbanks on July 2. I stayed there through the fourth and left the morning of the 5th, with the idea that being on the road on the Fourth of July might not be an excellent idea. I’ll begin this edition of my adventures with July 5th.
07/05/05: Adios to Fairbanks
Yesterday I discovered a major blunder I’d made with the last several days of photos I’d taken, including the Upland Sandpiper and the Three-Toed Woodpecker photos. In transferring the files from the card reading hardware (Nixvue) to the portable hard drive, some folders of files did not transfer. I deleted from Nixvue before I realized this. So for my last night in Fairbanks (last night) I checked into the Best Western and found some utilities on the internet to recover from just such a problem. I had with me another Nixvue that I decided to use until I could recover all my photos. Today I say ‘Adios’ to Fairbanks as I hit the route south.
07/06/05: Almost Denali
Yesterday’s drive was a dud as far as birds were concerned. I believe I’m late for most of the birds I’d read about for this section of the road. The drive, however, was very scenic. Late in the afternoon, I took a drive off the main (Parks) highway on “The Stampede Trail”. I drove the first eight miles, but I didn’t find any birds to get excited about (late again, I believe). The road runs west through a great sweeping, glacier carved valley that is adjacent just to the north of Denali Park. After the first 5 miles the road is gravel and the country is open tundra … only a few small spruce dot the landscape. The road at the 8 mile mark turns into a narrower, rougher track. While the Samurai could have easily negotiated it, I was unprepared with fuel, food, or attitude on this rainy day. I decided to continue south and look for a room to hole up in for the night.
I drove south to Healy and discovered that most motels were full. I found one with a wireless internet connection and decided to get a second ‘undelete’ utility to help with my picture recovery process. I worked on the project all night, but still had a couple of folders to recover, but I knew that the complete recovery was within my grasp. All that would be required would be my time and effort.
I woke to SUNSHINE this morning. At breakfast the weather was clear, though one couldn’t be sure if this would last. But for now, the views of the surrounding mountains are spectacular.
On this day, my plan was to drive into the national park as far as allowed, then play it by ear. The STATE park is only a short distance to the south, and it might offer some interesting options too.
Later:
I traveled south into Denali and, while stopped on my way into the park (listening for birds), who should I meet on their way out but Steve and his dad. I managed to keep composure, and I was cordial. Corky seemed eager to tell of all they’d seen, did most of the talking, and I mostly listened. I must admit I found the encounter agitating. I’d have preferred to miss them and avoid the meeting, even though the encounter didn’t completely surprise me.
Cloud cover hid Denali (the mountain), and it offered no views. On my drive out to the end of the access, I may have gotten a view nice shots of an American Tree Sparrow. The road is closed to most of us at Savage River. There I encountered several families of Willow Ptarmigan.
Below, on the gravel bars by the river, a Mew Gull was feeding a large chick. I decided to walk down to the river with camera and tripod in tow to see if I could get a better view. This did not please the parent who made repeated flights at me, often to within a few feet of my head. I opted NOT to cross the shallow river. While I’d probably have gotten better shots, I didn’t want to add to the stress levels of the birds. The parent seemed to settle down and just scold me from 100 feet away. She wasn’t done with me yet, however. As I was leaving the scene she made another run at me from behind and ‘bombed’ me … Without going into unnecessary detail, just let me say I could tell she’d been eating some kind of purple berries. None of this behavior was a surprise to me. I’d had some experience around tern colonies, and these actions serve to protect their progeny.
On leaving Denali N.P. I continued my drive south, stopping at places that seemed interesting to me. One stop took me a mile west of the highway on a bush track. There, among the warblers, thrushes, sparrows, and yellowlegs, was a Blackpoll Warbler. I got a series of what might be good photos of another bird that I had my heart set on for the trip.
Continuing my drive south a very severe accident stopped all traffic while they ‘Life Flighted’ the victims out of the area. I struck up a conversation with a local who had moved here from Corona Del Mar (on the Southern California coast) … small world!
I stopped for the night a few miles north of Talkeetna. When I checked into the room, I took count of my traveling time. I realized I’d been on the road since 5/17/05. That’s eleven days short of two months. I’ve been traveling on my own since 6/25/05. I guess that’s only been eleven days. Until now, I hadn’t bothered to add up the time.
While at a gas stop, I met and spoke with a man from Minnesota who owned a guide business in Saskatchewan. He saw my rig and asked about my photography. He invited me to stay at his place in Saskatchewan if I wanted some spring or fall (or whenever). I took his information, and who knows?
07/07/05: Mary’s McKinley View Cabins and Café
This little Gift Shop/Restaurant/Motel at Mile 134, is where I found to lay my head last night. Mount McKinley has been pretty socked in with clouds recently, but this morning I got a glimpse. As I ate breakfast there were a lot of blue patches, but who’s to say what the rest of the day will offer. $75 bought me a small room w/o a phone or TV, but I did not miss those amenities. I used the time to recover the last of my deleted pictures. Now that I’ve recovered them, I have a lot of deleting to do. The recovery process reclaimed ALL the pictures, including those that I’d edited out. So, back to the Recycle Bin some of these will have to go.
Today I have two locations not far from here to explore. The first is about 13 miles behind me is Byer’s Lake. There are trails around the lake that might offer some birds. The second, south of here, is the Petersville Road. It leads west to perhaps forty miles. The write-up in my bird finding guide makes it seem very attractive for birds, but we’ll have to see what it offers. After reflecting on these options, I decided to skip Byer’s Lake and head south to the Petersville Road.
End of the day (Dinner):
I’m happy about this day. The Petersville Road is an experience. Another place that could have easily justified more time spent. Birdwise, it was a bit slow. I imagine that 3-4 weeks ago it would have been very different, though I got what I believe will be good photos of a Lincoln’s Sparrow and a White-Winged Crossbill.
I drove about 25 miles out on this road to a place that was reported as ‘reliable’ for the Arctic Warbler. Again, I think I must have been late, as there was no sight nor sound of them. However, while lingering by a small creek, a local miner on his way to work a claim, stopped to chat, and we spent about two hours talking beside the road. He was on his way to work a gold claim for a friend who had two recent heart surgeries. Working the claim for his friend allowed them to avoid fees to the state, so each man benefited from the arrangement.
He told me of different claims he’d worked … some he was still planning on working. One claim he looked forward to working when weather here turned bad, was on the Trinity River in northern California. He told me of his interest in art, of making jewelry from his gold, of his carvings in walrus and mammoth ivory, and his carved horns (sheep, caribou, and moose). He explained how he’d work as a union carpenter enough hours a year to hopefully catch some retirement income. He showed me how to pan for gold in the stream we were near. I might have turned back and headed out sooner, and he might have gone on his way sooner, but we each seemed to find a reason to continue our chat. But alas, eventually, we each had to go our own way.
Once I started driving out, I moved things rapidly toward Anchorage with no more ‘bird stops’. I made about another 40 miles south on the Parks Highway and found myself a plate of food and a roof over my head … Wasilla, AK!!
07/08/05: If it’s Friday, this must be Anchorage
This morning I completed my data recovery process and synchronized my two portable hard drives. I decided to make a quick exit from Wasilla (a bedroom community for Anchorage) and headed to the ‘Big City’ for breakfast. The drive took most of an hour. The view of the mountains as I headed in were impressive. These rugged peaks seemed to rise straight skyward from the landscape below. I can only imagine the incredible tectonic forces that are at work to push them up in this manner.
Anchorage is by far, the largest urbanized area in Alaska. More than half the state’s population lives here. Since big, populated cities bother me, I won’t spend a lot of time here. I owe it to the experience to look over a few places while I’m here. I would like to find an ‘information center’ here. I need to start working on my ferry plans. I’ve been told of one ferry trip from Whittier to Valdez that sounds very cool. From there I’d be able to drive north on the Richardson Highway, then connect to the Alaska Highway and come down to Haines, where I could catch a ferry down the ‘Inside Passage’ to Prince Rupert. In that way I’d see some very different scenery and cut down on a bunch of driving. I’d still like to see Hyder, AK, so I’d have to drive north a few miles from Prince Rupert to get there.
In considering my travel options, the alternatives are:
#1. Drive to Haines and catch the ferry
#2. Ferry from this area over open ocean and continue on the Inland Passage
#3. Avoid the ferry and drive to Watson Lake and south through BC.
Option #2 would reduce the drive considerably, but I’d miss out on some interesting roads. Option #3 would be a long grind and could be very tedious on man and machine.
I did not find an ‘information center’, but after driving around and looking at some sights, I stopped and used my cell phone to call the Ferry Service. I learned that ONLY option #1 was available in the time frame I needed to work in. The Ferry Service offered a half-price special on the Whittier to Valdez run, and people booked it well in advance. The ‘open ocean’ option would not be available until August. I booked passage for me and the Samurai from Haines to Prince Rupert for July 17th. I also booked a cabin for the 36 hour trip. The cost was $172 for me, $382 for the Samurai (to 15 feet long), and $172 for the cabin with bath. There will be brief stops in Juneau, Petersburg, Wrangell, and Ketchikan, before arriving at Prince Rupert. That means I’ll have enough time to explore the Seward Peninsula a bit before I hit the trail to Haines.
While I’m looking forward to the rest of the journey, it’s starting to ‘feel’ like the homeward leg has begun. This is probably because I’ve made commitments to my itinerary that moves me toward “home”.
My stops in Anchorage after breakfast included Elderberry Park, where the NW corner of town meets the open waters of the Cook Inlet (Knik Arm). There were many gulls on the mudflats below. On the flats further away, I saw many hundreds of shorebirds that I believe were Marbled Godwits. I took no photos, as they were well beyond reasonable camera range, but the sight was impressive.
In the afternoon, while driving to Seward, I stopped to look at the shores along the Turnagain Arm. The tide must have been receding, as the waters seemed to move like a great river, complete with white water and rapids.
07/09/05: Seward
Yesterday afternoon I drove the highway to Seward from Anchorage. I didn’t find much in Anchorage that could inspire me to linger there. With my commitment to the ferry ride, I must more carefully manage my time for the first time on this trip. I want to see the Kenai Peninsula, but Seward seems a good choice to offer me a slice, if not the whole pie.
On driving into the town proper, I drove past RV stops, a couple of small ‘lodges’, and a couple of larger sprawling motel complexes that smelled of money. Near the end of town I found the “Trail Head Lodge”. I liked it and booked two nights. I was tired and decided to order a pizza and hole up in the room and rest until morning. At breakfast I read up on my ‘bird options’ for the area. Today I would explore the area and see what I can find.
I first drove south along the western side of the Resurrection Bay to Lowell Point. The road follows the shoreline rather closely and leads to an RV camp and a few houses. At the end of the road, there is a parking lot and a trail system. There was a short extension of the road leading to ‘upper parking’. This was the state park. Here the trees differ from the rest of those I’d seen in the state. The canopy reaches up 60-80 feet. The under story densely covered in ferns and giant broad-leafed plants with leaves about a foot wide. From this place I could hear chickadees, nuthatches, thrushes, and crossbills. If not for the airplanes above, the boats motors below, and the tourists all around, this place would be quite serene.
On my exit from Lowell Point this morning, I encountered a family of River Otters (I also saw briefly, one Sea Otter). I focused my attention on the River Otters and kept moving the Samurai in their direction of travel, stopping ahead and taking photos as they’d swim by, fishing as they went. That was a treat!
Later I explored the east side of the bay from Nash Road, then back to the upper end of the west side of the valley to Exit Glacier. On the way back into town, I stopped at a Safeway to shop for groceries and supplies. Who should I see there, but Steve and Corky. I didn’t feel up to grinning at them, and I avoided contact. I couldn’t say if they saw me, but I avoided meeting them. I returned to my room and organized my supplies, then took another run at the Lowell Point road. Gulls were plentiful, and I spent my time taking ‘in flight’ photos. I also might have got a few nice photos of a Double-Crested Cormorant.
Seward seems to me to be a pretty nice place. I’d like to visit here in the winter. I’ve heard that many birds visit here in the winter. While I saw several Bald Eagles here, I’m told that in winter they’re everywhere.
07/10/05: Adios to Seward
Yesterday afternoon I made an appointment to have Sami’s tires rotated and balanced. At about 35 mph it gets a little ‘hop in its step’. It’s done this in the past, but it seems to be getting worse. I arranged to be at the shop at 10am and get it sorted out. With all the miles ahead of me, it seemed time attend the problem. I checked out of the room, had breakfast and showed up at the shop at the agreed upon time. However, the owner had booked two in front of me. I had expected the one, but this second customer was an unwelcome surprise to me. They asked me to wait at least an hour. So much for small town repair shops. I decided to do an about face and begin traveling immediately.
Damn! Later on the drive, the driver’s outside door handle broke. It was a bit stiff before I left San Diego, but I’d lubed it and it seemed to be working fine. Now it appears it will be an annoyance until I get home.
Just before reaching Anchorage, I stopped at Potter’s Marsh just south of town. I saw only Mew Gulls … lots of them. Even the fledglings were airborne. Yet another sign of the advancing season I guess!
07/11/05: Glennallen
I drove all the way from Seward to Glennallen, a distance of about 300 miles. I stopped at a few places, but only briefly … until I came to a section of the road that promised the Arctic Warbler. The second stop I made on the stretch of road described, delivered the bird. The subject, however, proved impossible to photograph. He’d sing, but either from inside a willow thicket, or from behind a branch on the back side of a spruce tree. Try as I might, I could not get this bird to pose for a portrait. After about 40 minutes, I had to give up and stop bothering the bird.
I find this bird interesting because it will probably not appear further south on our continent. When it leaves here, it travels the Western Pacific shores of Asia. Our only opportunity to meet the bird on this continent, is right here, right now.
Last night I spent some time looking at maps and referring to my bird finding book. An hour’s drive to the north. I made notes on my maps for about the first 25 miles on places I might meet some interesting birds, including the Upland Sandpiper. There might also be large mammals, too.
Later:
The Nabesna Road stretches 42 miles from the Tok Cutoff into Wrangell-Saint Ellias National Park, but workers only paved the first 4 miles. My drive wasn’t very eventful. I stopped, listened, explored side trails, looked … I didn’t see and noteworthy birds. I saw some HUGE wolf prints. I used to raise Saint Bernards, and these were substantially bigger. What a thrill it would be to see this critter. I traveled to Rock Lake and Long Lake. Other than a few ducks on the water and some Lincoln’s and White-Crowned Sparrows, there wasn’t much going on with the birds. I keep getting the feeling that the birds are moving south, and so should I.
07/12/05: Tok, Again
Yesterday I wound up back in Tok, thus completing a very large triangular trip through Alaska’s interior. From here I will head towards the Yukon on the Alaska Highway. Since I entered Alaska via the Top Of The World Road and the Taylor Highway, there’ll be fresh scenery ahead. There appears to be several birding opportunities up to the Yukon border, and I still have five days before I catch the ferry in Haines. I might as well look at some of these places … even if it is late in the season. I drove 21 miles out of Tok to Midway Lake. I pulled off the road to investigate. The dirt road to the lake led me to a small floating dock. I decided that this was a perfect opportunity to get the boat in the water.
It took me about an hour to get the boat down, hook up the motor and batteries, mount the camera support, and shove off. The lake was mostly pretty shallow and weedy. It caused me some grief with the propellor, but I learned a few tricks in clearing the propellor. It was at times, windy on the lake, and I had to develop some techniques to deal with that as well. I decided to head into the wind and cross the lake to the southern shore, then use the wind to come around the west end of the lake and back to the dock. On the lake there were ducks with young in tow, Pacific Loons feeding, but most were too far away for photos. Then I had some luck with Trumpeter Swans and six signets that came into my path. I got what I believe will be some very good photos. The parent would fly and land near me and then try to lead me away from her half grown brood by swimming ahead. The whole procession started moving toward the dock I needed to return to. I got enough pictures in about 10 minutes and then spent time trying to outrun the group and let them return to the area where I first encountered them. It took longer than I would have liked, but I was eventually successful in getting past them, and they went back as I’d hoped. The parent continued to lead me away, honking and being prominent, eventually she (I assume ‘she’) finally flew off and made a big circle back to her brood.
Spotted Sandpipers were at the dock when I arrived… a mom and her fuzzy young (two that I saw). I took some photos before they too moved on.
It took me about another hour to load the boat and all its chowder back on the Samurai. After all, the ‘custom’ cover was made to fit TWO boats. There were plenty of adjustments to get it to work on the single boat.
When I got back on the road, the Samurai wasn’t running very well at all. It was almost like it was running on three cylinders. I stopped to check the wires, but that didn’t seem to be the problem. I considered that it might be some bad gas that I purchased in Tok, or some related fuel problem. Thirty miles further, I stopped at Northway and bought some Methanol additive to dissolve water in fuel. I added two to the tank and pulled out, but the Sami died in the lot and would not start. I decided to call AAA and request a tow. Damn! Before the tow arrived (two hours later), I managed to get Sami started, but still running as bad as before. Sami rode back to Tok on a flatbed trailer.
07/13/05: Back in Tok
I had breakfast early so I could be at the garage ‘front and center’ at 8am. I stopped at 7 am on my way into the restaurant, but the mechanics would not be ready to start until 8-8:30 am.
Without all the detail, between 9am and 1pm, we replaced the fuel filter, replaced cap-rotor-plugs (I brought them with me), replaced one questionable plug wire, the air filter, checked the fuel pressure. I added 5 more gallons of high test fuel. After all this, the Samurai ran better, but still not right. I decided to get the tires balanced and rotated at a station down the road and spend the night here and leave, come what may, in the morning.
07/14/05: Is the third try the charm?
This morning I found myself leaving Tok for the 3rd time. The Samurai still loses power when I ask it for too much, but feel like I can get to Haines. That the ‘Check Engine’ light never came on, gives me hope that the injectors are delivering enough fuel to run. Perhaps if bad gas is the culprit, running through a few tanks of high octane fuel will clear the problem.
My ferry leaves at 9:30pm on the 17th and I need to be there by 7:30pm. That gives me 3 ½ days to cover 440 miles. I believe that’s well within my reach … barring no more unpleasant surprises.
It’s a high gray sky that greets me this morning. Folks here have been talking about what an unusually rainy season its been … until I got here. Perhaps the rainy pattern has returned.
07/15/05: Haines
Yesterday I pushed the Samurai all the way to Haines. At Haines Junction, 155 miles north of here, I added more methanol, some injector cleaner, and more high octane fuel. None of these have seemed to help. If I drive with about 25% throttle it seems almost OK, but if I ask for more power it hesitates and seems to lose power. I’ve been able to achieve 50-60 mph on the flats, but only 40-50 on hills. It has less power than before I put in this ‘stronger’ 16 valve engine.
I pulled into Haines and immediately looked for a garage. I found one and made an appointment for the morning. I then went looking for a motel. I found the “Captain’s Choice” motel that looked over the water and had wireless internet. I booked three nights at $97/day. I still had time to look over the town.
Everywhere I’ve been on this trip, the Samurai (complete with boat on top) has been a head turner. It seems to bring a smile to faces. I will get comments as I drive slowly by like, “Hey, I like your rig” and “Now there’s fun just waiting to happen.” Sometimes longer conversations will start. I’ve had guys that say they have or used to have a Samurai. They then become interested in how I outfitted mine. My first hour in Haines fulfilled this trend a couple of times.
Yesterday, when I made the appointment for the Samurai, I’d considered staying with it and watching the process. However, this morning I feel I’d like to take care of other projects, and perhaps walk to the harbor with my camera gear. (It looks as though I’ve used up mostly in typing up this tome.)
I dropped Sami off at the shop at 8:00am and got a ride back to my room. They warned me that a panic job on a tour bus came in early and they had to give it priority. My feeling is that as long as the problem gets solved today, I’ll be OK. At about 3:30pm I got the Samurai back. Other than a loose bolt on the EGR valve, a new set of plug wires solved the problem. They decided to fly in a top of the line set of Beldon, lifetime warranty wires from Juneau. Even though they didn’t ask me, I’d have agreed to their choice, even at $116 + $10 shipping. Bottom line: it runs great again. This shop in Haines was much more professional than the ‘just get you going’ shop in Tok.
Ed, a fellow at the garage, told me of a place on the lower Chilkoot River where bears frequented. Just below Chilkoot Lake and a mile or so above the mouth of the river, on the east side and above the bridge, brown bears, including sows with cubs, had a long history of fishing. There is a weir fish counter stationed just above this spot, so the salmon get backed up and the bears take advantage of the situation.
I made two trips to the location. One at 4:00pm after retrieving the Samurai, and another at 8:00pm which I stayed until 9:30pm when it was getting dark. I was told that evening was the best time, but it seems the bears were exploiting some other food source during these times (or resting), and weren’t to be seen here.
This same fellow, Ed, has a new Mexican restaurant in town, and I decided to give it a try in between my visits to the fish weir. Ed told me he built a house here 18 years ago (sort of New England style, two stories with veranda in front). After raising their children and when they had left the nest, he and his wife converted the house into a restaurant and made an upstairs apartment. I asked him why he chose ‘Mexican’ cuisine. He explained that he’d polled the townfolk what venue they’d most like to see added to the town. ‘Mexican’ was the overwhelming favorite and had about 80% of the votes.
This day started out kind of gray and cloudy, but turned into a beautiful, sunny afternoon and evening.
07/16/05: Haines All Day
Though I was present all day here in Haines, I spent most of the early portion in my motel room working at the computer while the Samurai was in the shop. My ‘bear hunting’ trips didn’t pan out, but the salmon were definitely there.
This morning I got up too early for breakfast (restaurant was closed), so I decided to make another run at the bears. No bears again! I’m sure it’s not the location. I saw signs warning fishermen not to enter the area because of bears. I’m sure it’s a ‘timing’ thing. I plan to go back up later today, as I saw mergansers and kingfishers that interested me.
After breakfast I ventured south down Mud Bay Road. I stopped at a few places along the way. I drove into the Chilkat State Park. I did not find exciting birds, but this sure is fantastic country.
That’s my report for now. I’ll stay here again tonight and then catch the ferry at 9:30pm tomorrow evening.
Be Well,
Jack
July 27, 2005
[07/17/05 – 07/27/05]
Presenting another episode in the continuing saga. Our last episode ended on July 16, as I waited for the ferry in Haines Alaska. Shall we start there?
07/17/05: Preparing for the ferry
We had a nice little rain this morning. That will make packing the Samurai a bit tricky. Nonetheless, that is what must be done. I have until 11am to check out, and I intend to use all the time available. I took Sami down to a coin op wash and shed some of the grit and grime accumulated on the last stretches of highway. Hopefully, it will cut down on some transfers from Sami to me.
I understand that this region is very ‘birdy’ during peak migrations in spring and fall. However, at this time, in mid July, things are a bit slow birdwise. I’m not sure if there will be photo opportunities on the ferry, but I’m looking forward to finding out. I’ve been told I could see a good deal of cetaceous mammals on the way, but we won’t know until I look for myself.
There’s a lot to like about Haines. Mostly, the folks here seem happy to be here. That will put most people into a mindset where they are nice to one another. As I visit different places on this trip, in the back of my mind I’ve been considering “Would I like to live here?” So far Haines is one of the three places that have intrigued me. The other two have been Seward and Whitehorse.
(Later in the day)
I spent the day exploring bird options north of Haines. I stopped by the ferry terminal and got my ‘lane assignment’ (this is the last step before boarding) for the voyage. Since the ‘bear location’ I’d been scoping out was also in this area, I gave it one more try, but still no bears. While at the bear site, I saw a family of Common Mergansers swim by, downstream on the way to the bay, but I wasn’t ready with my camera and had to be content to just watch them. I got a couple of mediocre shots of an American Dipper at the weir, but the light was poor and I didn’t expect anything wonderful.
On exiting the area, I drove south intending to get a shot of a Belted Kingfisher. I’d seen one the day before perched on a piece of driftwood. Knowing these birds will frequent favored perches from which to spot fish, I planned to give it a try. Before reaching the spot I planned to wait for the kingfisher, I spied to merganser family swimming and fishing along the near shore. Mom was trying to teach her five half-grown young about catching eels. They were moving along the shoreline just as the River Otters had in Seward, and I used the same strategy of moving ahead and shooting as they went by. I got hundreds of shots in this way. I finally got to the location I’d hoped to see the kingfisher, but 3 ½ hours did not produce the result I’d hoped for, though a Pigeon Guillemot offered himself up for a few good shots. This visit with the bayside was a nice way to pass time until I had to get loaded onto the ferry.
At 10:45pm I finally got aboard the ferry, and the sea voyage had begun. It was a good idea to get a cabin. From the looks of things, it was quite a scramble for everyone who was staying on the deck to find a space. I found my room and tried to sleep.
07/18/05: The M/V Matanuska
Sleep was hard to come by last night. Between the vibration of the engines and the party crowd in the next cabin with their nonsense, I struggled. Fortunately, Juneau was only a few hours away, and after the loud crowd disembarked there, I could drift off. I began to think of the engine vibration as one of those “Magic Finger” machines that one used to find attached to those motel beds, that for a quarter, would vibrate the bed for a cheap massage.
My GPS tells me we’re traveling at a rate of 18 mph. Out the window of my cabin, a low ceiling of clouds limits my view of the mountains we are passing. Through them, I can see the occasional patch of sky that off hope of better weather later on. But it could just be teasing me.
I used the ferry time to relax and do computer work in my cabin. I ventured out onto the deck a few times to enjoy the fresh air. Because of the high winds on deck and the unstable conditions, I decided against bringing out the camera gear. Even on the occasion that we encountered the pod of about 20 Humpback Whales, the best way to enjoy the experience was by using binoculars and trying to stay clear of the wind and the chill. It was quite a thrill, and I enjoyed the fluke slapping, spy hopping, breaching, and the upright tails flipped before a deep dive. The captain was good enough to announce the whale sighting opportunity, and I could get up on the deck in time to enjoy the encounter. When he announced the killer whales though, I wasn’t able to get on deck quickly enough. Unlike the humpies, they were quick to get moving on.
We pulled into Petersburg with not enough time for anyone to get off board and explore the town. I hadn’t planned to do so anyway. This is a town with a LOT of boats and docks … significantly more than I’d seen in Haines. I could see the potential for some interesting encounters here, given the time and resources.
Round about 5pm we pulled out of Wrangell. From the ferry it looked like another place worth a later visit. It struck me how much it resembled Haines. They could be sisters. From here we’re off to Ketchikan and by 9:30am tomorrow I should be in Prince Rupert, BC.
07/19/05: Prince Rupert BC
Getting off the ferry was a pain. First, my time calculations were off. At 5:30am the PA announced that we’d be docking in an hour. Even with the loss of an hour for the time change, this was two hours earlier than I’d figured. Ah well! I could get my cabin gear packed and get showered before they opened the car deck. I had to make two trips from the cabin to get my ‘normal’ gear loaded into the Samurai. The kicker was that on boarding the ferry, I had to dismount my two 5 gallon Jerry cans and store them in the ship’s paint locker at the opposite end of the boat as my parking location. By the time I was ready to roll, all the rest of the cars, busses, motorcycles, and RV’s had already gotten into the customs check line, and I had to take my place at the rear. It took an hour for the customs agents to get to me, and then I got pulled into the secondary inspection area for another 20 minutes. Following this, I had to spend time organizing my gear again to recover from the pilfering that had just gone on.
Finally free to travel, I went on a quest for breakfast. I took a tour of the ‘downtown’ area nearest the docks. Those restaurants I encountered seemed to me some combination of oriental and western cuisine. I made a selection and enjoyed a small breakfast at “Herby’s Family Restaurant”.
After eating breakfast, I set my sights on Stewart-Hyder some 300 miles away to the north by highway. Other than fuel and rest stops, I did not deviate from the plan. The scenery was pleasant until the last stretch down to Stewart, then it became magnificent. The road navigates an extremely deep gorge decorated with glaciers. In particular, “Bear Glacier” extends from high up the nearly vertical slopes and ends at the river below, calving its white-blue ice into the waters. A little further down the road we encounter ribbons of falling water as they stream from the glaciers pillowing the tops of the ridge lines. Just wonderful!
I drove through Stewart, BC, and the 2 Km of road that led to Hyder, and I was in Alaska again. I found accommodations for the next two nights and set out for “Fish Creek” four miles out of town on a dirt road. I’d read about the observatory for watching bears feed on salmon. I scoped it out, but I was too tired to stay long (the light was dim) and I didn’t see any bears this day.
07/20/05: Stewart/Hyder
These two small towns closely link each other. Even though an international border separates them, they are just 2 Km apart. The US Customs does not monitor the crossing, but Canada does. The expected currency in Hyder is Canadian.
It rained last night, and it’s a gray and cloudy sky that greets me this morning. My plans include exploring the surrounding area and making another run at the Bear Observatory.
At the Bear Observatory I found warblers, thrushes, and sparrows. The rangers at the observatory stated that there weren’t many fish in the creek, and it seems to have resulted in very few bears feeding in the flowing waters. Those bears that came would not stay very long. I saw about 20-30 fish in the creek, but in a good run, there would be hundreds. The salmon here are Chum Salmon.
(Later in the evening)
Again I missed the bears today. They made an appearance early in the morning, then retired before I got there. I stayed at the observatory all day and left in the early evening. I did better with birds than with the bears. I got a couple of families of Common Mergansers, a Fox Sparrow, Cedar Waxwings (good shots), MacGillavray’s Warbler (my 1st), and some juvenile Ruby-crowned Kinglets.
I also had a couple of very pleasant meetings and one not so pleasant. In the morning I met a gal who the locals see as the ‘bird expert’. I don’t think she would consider herself as such, but she was enthusiastic about the local bird scene. Later in the afternoon, I had a long, very pleasant visit with a couple from Prescott, AZ. After chatting for quite some time I decided to ask if they knew a guy who I knew had retired there. He had been my first GOOD insurance agent when I started my business in 1983. Not only did they know him, the lady had gone through school and graduated high school with him. Small world! We shared many stories about places we’d each been to in New Mexico, Arizona, and Utah.
In between these two great meetings, who should pull into the observatory, but Steve and Corky. It’s not that there was anything specifically ugly about the encounter, but it was the uncomfortable feeling that left me feeling unsettled. Confined to the observatory’s small area, we had no choice but to ‘grin’ at each other. I learned, that though I ferried, they drove all the way and we STILL ended up at Hyder at the same time … go figure!
07/21/05: Leaving Hyder
I got rolling out of my room at 6am this morning. The cafe (Wild Flour) wasn’t open yet, so I decided to drive the four miles to the bear observatory. While I was visiting with a gentleman at the railing of the platform and overlooking the creek, out from the brush on the opposite side of the creek popped a momma black bear and her two cubs. She put on a show running up and down the creek after fish that she could not seem to catch, ate some berries, and led her cubs along the creek. It was a nice show.
I decided that it was time to put my own ‘show’ on the road, and I headed back down the road, had breakfast at the Wild Flour (excellent food too), then I started my push southward.
On my drive I reached Moricetown Canyon and decided to have a soup break (I heat water with a 12v coffee pot while I drive). At this location the river below chokes down from an 80-100′ shallow, peaceful channel, to 15-20′ chute and drops perhaps 50 feet over a tenth of a mile. The gentle stream turns into a raging, churning boil of water as it roars through this narrow passage. That makes this place a natural gauntlet where the local ‘First Nation’ peoples (as the Indians or native peoples are called in Canada) can stand at the banks with long poles fitted with steel hooks and try to catch a salmon swimming to spawn. I watched the scene for a half hour, but I didn’t get to witness a ‘catch’. I don’t think the fish were present in great numbers for my visit, but I enjoyed the spectacle.
07/22/05: We’re really moving now!
Last night, while driving south, I looked through Prince George for lodging. There were a few candidates at the north end of town, but I passed them up thinking that I’d find something at the south end of town. I fueled up at the other end of town, but found no rooms there.
Two motorcyclists approached me after I fueled, parked, and checked my maps and notes; they eventually became curious about my rig. It was obvious that I’d been traveling, and they were more or less just beginning their travels. They were a 45-year-old father and his 17-year-old son on a trip from Coeur ‘d Alene Idaho. They were two days into their two-week trip, which was planned for parts unknown. We shared stories for about 45 minutes. They’d heard stories about Hyder, and I encouraged them to go there and talk with the rangers about their plans for the primitive road north from Hyder. After we parted, I realized they didn’t seem to have any bear interventions. I hope that after speaking with the rangers at Hyder, they get it figured out.
I drove south and found a room at Hixon, about halfway to Quesnel (pronounced kwiNELL). While registering, the manager looked at the address and noticed ‘Poway’ on the form. It caught his attention because he had another guest at his RV park next door who was from Poway. Apparently, this guest had been making pilgrimages up for weeks at a time for several years. I did not get to meet the guest, as I got on the road south before he appeared normally for coffee with the manager. I gave a card to the manager, and perhaps I’ll get a call from this ‘Ed’ fellow. Small world?
South of Quesnel, the topography becomes more open because of greater agricultural development. There are timber stands at the margins of the fields that define the boundaries, but there is no escaping the impact that farming and ranching have made on the valleys. Hay seems to be the principal crop here.
I saw a sign at the side of the road that gave me a smile. It read: “All those against speeding tickets, raise your right foot.”
Further south, between Clinton and Ashcroft (no, not the US politicians), sage dominated the valleys and hill slopes. It isn’t until the slopes reach some elevation that the sage meets the trees. Farmers now work the valleys below as hay fields, but sage and grasses undoubtedly dominated these areas previously. Traveling yet further south, I’m struck with how much I’m reminded on the great gorge valleys in northern Idaho.
I have to hand it to Canada! There is some amazing scenery here. The road I’m on is called Highway 1, and it carries its travelers through a very dramatic river canyon that leads through “Hell’s Gate”. To make the passage, travelers must penetrate a series of tunnels. Some of them are very long and curved. The road skirts the canyon about midway between the ridges high above and the river far below, and it makes for some very dramatic vistas. It’s not a road I’d recommend to acrophobics.
Hope, BC is rather near the US border. Here the road crosses to the south of the river and rides low next to the water. The wind here is strong, and it has been since before I reached Hell’s Gate. The steep slopes are heavily timbered, and I’m reminded of the Columbia River Gorge as it cuts through the Cascade Range.
At 7:30pm I made it into Washington State. The border check was a pain. There wasn’t a problem with the agency, but there was an absence of traffic control, and anarchy and chaos ruled the lanes leading to the agents. I entered the USA at Summas, WA and passed through Everston on my way to Bellingham. The town of Everston has a very 1950s, sort of mid-west look and feel to it and it makes me think I’ve gone back in time.
For me, the road ends today between Seattle and Tacoma at 10pm. I stayed and rested until about 10:30am in the morning and took what I feel was a well-earned rest.
07/23/05: The Columbia Gorge
This morning I set out on the road to drive the I-5 down to Grant’s Pass Oregon and then the Smith River route to Crescent City California. As I fought with the traffic on I-5, the idea of driving the Oregon coast began to take root. When I got to Kelso, WA I decided to drive the north side of the Columbia River, as I had never traveled that route before. While the Smith River road to the coast is very scenic, it is a road I’ve traveled a few times.
The change of pace from freeway hustle to blue highway serenity was immediately a relief. When I reached the banks of the Columbia I stopped for a while to clear my head and to look and listen for birds. It was a beautiful sunshiny day with only a few faint wisps of clouds in the distance. The infamous Mount Saint Helens was even in full view. Overhead I saw and heard a light juvenile Swainson’s Hawk as it soared along the vertical rock face of the gorge’s north rim. Flying low over the water, was a Double-crested Cormorant. There were many gulls. I think there were Western, Mew, and Glaucus-winged Gulls. There were Caspian Terns. And I heard an Osprey.
Driving on for a short distance, there on a piling in the river, about even with the level of the road and about 60′ off the shore, was a large Osprey nest with mom (or dad) and two kids about 3/4 grown. This situation demanded that I stop and break out the camera. I wished for better light, but I took what was offered and burned images for an hour. Ah, the universe can be generous!
After driving over the river’s bridge to Astoria, OR, I had the misfortune to have timed my arrival with solid stream of weekend vacationers and their RV’s and a second main bridge that was shut down (because of accident?). With a convoluted detour, it took an hour and a half to progress the next five miles. Traffic after that was heavy and tense until I got down the coast to Seaside, where things eased up a bit.
The beauty of this coastline struck me as I drove past Cannon Beach to Manzanita. I’d been over it before, but I’d forgotten how impressive it is … especially driving south. The road carries you high along rocky cliffs and offers splendid views of the beaches to the south.
07/24/05: It’s the home of the cheese
Seeking a motel last night turned out to be a real challenge. Virtually every little cottage, cabin, motel, and hotel was displaying a “No Vacancy” sign. It wasn’t until I reached Tillamook that I could find lodging. Even at $140, I knew I had to take it, as my energy was fading fast.
Today’s plan is still a general drive southward. It’s a beautiful morning here, and all things seem possible. My drive through the north-central Oregon coast yields mostly gulls in my quest for birds. There are a few cormorants and crows thrown in for good measure. I left the main highway and turned towards Netarts Bay. The tide’s recession exposed almost the entire bay as mudflats. The weekend clam diggers were out in force. If one is into that sort of activity, I’m sure the mud flats were a source of great delight. As I scanned the flats, there amongst the gulls and clam diggers were a couple of Great Blue Herons. I had seen a couple of these in BC, but they seemed totally absent in Alaska.
As one continues south from this bay towards Cape Lookout, a tunnel of trees restricts their view. It makes me realize that to really ‘see’ this region, I’d have to invest more time than I’m prepared to spend on this trip. There are hikes just begging me to take them. Nonetheless, the drive is pretty.
South of Bandon, it was time to take a break. I found a back road that led me to Floras Lake State Park and parked there near a primitive boat ramp. While I was waiting for my soup water to boil, I began to notice a juvenile bird begging for food in some nearby shrubs. It was a Brown-headed Cowbird, but I wasn’t able to see who the unlucky ‘parent’ was. Birds that I could identify were: American Goldfinch, Cedar Waxwings and Black-Headed Grosbeaks (these I heard). There was a mystery singer high in a tree that I wasn’t able to ID. I couldn’t place its song either.
07/25/05: Starting out in Brookings Oregon
By the time I reached Brookings Oregon last night, I’d had enough of traveling for the day. I toured the town a bit to see what I could see, then I checked into a room for the night. I have some old friends that I’d gone to school with that had moved here. I hadn’t seen them for a long time, so I looked up their number, called, and left a message. This morning I got a return call, and we arranged to meet for breakfast a little later. After breakfast I followed my friend up the mountain to his new ‘digs’. What a place! He and his wife bought a HUGE house on 20 mountain top acres. At 1200′ elevation it looks down the river valley over the giant trees to the town and the Great Pacific Ocean beyond. Just awesome! After he had showed me around the place and we’d visited for a couple of hours, it was time for me to get back to the road south.
I stopped in Crescent City, CA to get Sami’s oil changed. There I learned the rear springs had fatigued, and I was riding on the axle … no wonder I was tired of the driving! They could not do much at that time, and I am sure the situation had degraded to this point some time ago. Continuing to drive seemed like a good choice.
I made a stop in ‘redwood country’ to see what birds I might meet and to enjoy some peace and quiet. There I met swallows, waxwings, grosbeaks, vultures, and flycatchers. I repeated this ‘stopping routine’ several times as I continued south through the redwoods of Northern California. Often I am overwhelmed with the ‘church-like’ atmosphere in these primaeval forests. Actually, no church can match the divine feeling that permeates these woods. Everything about these groves flood the senses … the light ribbons that manage to penetrate the high canopy and dance with the butterflies that play among the ferns on the floor … the pirouetting of these butterflies as they flirt with each other in spiraling flight from the floor skyward … the sounds of the wind through the canopy … the creaking of the masts of these giants as they gently sway … Wonderful!
07/26/05: Pacific Sunsets
By the time I reached the coast again last night on Highway 1, sunset was rapidly approaching. I found a trail to the beach that I’d found my last trip this way in the fall of 2001. I drove Sami out onto the beach to take some pictures. I’d been wanting to get some shots of the rig as I headed south on this trip, and this was my opportunity. A few other people were also on the beach, enjoying the moment. While I fully focused on the photo session, kneeling for a low angle, a sweet little girl bulldog approached and surprised me with a wet nose to my cheek. She then began investigating the Samurai and became a ‘model’ in some of my frames … I forgot to get her to sign a “Release Form” … Later I chatted with the people she owned and learned they were care taking a ranch nearby (nice gig!). We all had to get on our way again, and I headed the few miles further south to Fort Bragg and found lodging for the night.
Leaving here after breakfast, my plan is to head inland on the road to Williams (on I-5). I’ve not traveled this road before, and I am looking forward to the fresh scenery ahead. I know the interior will be scorching, but I’ll just have to deal with it.
If I continue with my present plan, I’ll turn back to the coast after the ‘Bay Area’. The most direct route would take me through Watsonville, and Santa Cruz to the Monterey-Carmel area and then south through Big Sur. The ‘upside’ of this option is the scenery … one would have to look long and hard to find its rival, but the ‘downside’ would be the traffic. I would no doubt meet crowds there. My second option is the Nacimiento-Ferguson Road that crosses over from Fort Hunter Liggett to the coast between Lucia and Gorda. I’ve driven this road in the past, but I was going the opposite direction. I wouldn’t mind seeing it again from east to west. I have all day to decide, while I continue my march south.
Fueling up before I pulled out of Fort Bragg, a man who was curious about my boat approached me. We chatted for quite a while, and we learned a little about each other. He was a retired Merchant Marine who was now pursuing art as his passion. We found out we had quite a lot in common. We exchanged information, and I continued my journey. He said he had relatives in La Jolla, so I might hear from him when he comes this way to visit.
Highway 20 traverses the coastal mountains from Fort Bragg to the Central Valley at Williams. On the way, it skirts the northern shoreline of Clear Lake. As I drove by, I remembered friends who lived on the southern shore at Middle Lake. We used to play music together in the early 1980s. I then remembered driving a section of this road from Williams in order to get to Middle Lake as part of a Montana-Oregon-California trip I’d made many years ago.
Clear Lake is a relatively large body of water. It’s about a dozen miles east to west and almost a half dozen north to south at its widest. I saw huge numbers of grebes on the water just offshore. To measure their numbers, I would use ‘hundreds’ as a unit of quantity. There are probably several thousand Clark’s and Western Grebes here with young aging from days old to many weeks old. These birds are much alike and used to be considered the same bird species. Both birds have a black ‘hat’, but the Western has dark feathers surrounding the eye, and the Clark’s has white about the eye.
My drive through the Central Valley was hot, and the traffic on the I-5 was horrendous. It became a slow-moving parking lot, but I pushed on into the early evening in order to get as far as Highway 101.
07/27/05: Fifty-six and Gilroy, “The Garlic Capitol of the World”
This day begins my 57th year on the planet, and it begins in Gilroy, the self proclaimed “Garlic Capitol of the World”. The air quality in the entire region adjacent to the Bay Area has been miserable and an abuse to eyes and lungs. The smell of garlic and onions here mingles, and helps to mitigate the smog.
I decided to bypass the Monterey-Carmel traffic and take the ‘road less traveled’ over the mountains to the coast at the south end of Big Sur. I am curious what I might find on the beaches at Piedras Blancas a little further to the south between Ragged Point and San Simeon. At different times of the year, the Northern Elephant Seals will frequent the beaches there.
It’s a gray overcast this that starts my day as I get going to the south along this region of the San Andreas Fault. As I drive further south, the grayness yields to sunnier conditions, and I can see a brownish haze to the valley air. I exit the 101 near King City at the Jolon Road exit and drive south and west to Fort Hunter Liggett. My last trip over this road was a month after 9-11 and there were no checks getting through the base. Now we need to show ID, registration and insurance in order to gain the right to pass. This is another reminder how the world keeps changing … not necessarily for the better.
Soon after entering the base I crossed a creek via a steel bridge, where just downstream I kicked up a hen Mallard and a couple of Green Herons … nice! Shortly thereafter on passing their resting spot in another creek bottom, about a half dozen Mule Deer, including a small buck in velvet, jumped up and made their way up the far bank to disappear into the brush on the hillside above.
Later, I spotted a magpie flying while crossing the lowland flats of grassy fields, which large oak trees often broke up. It differed from magpies one often sees elsewhere, this bird had a very YELLOW beak sticking out in front of its face. I’ve been hoping to meet the Yellow-Billed Magpie for several years. People only find them in this part of California. I will try on some future trip to get its portrait.
Further along on this Nacimiento-Ferguson road I stopped at a campground at the base of the grade before it makes its ascent over the mountains. There I found a creek, many large trees (coastal and deciduous oaks, sycamore, madrone), and lots of poison oak. While looking and listening, the call of a Cassin’s Vireo caught my ear. I located one of them, and spent some time trying to capture a decent portrait.
On crossing the ridge and descending a short way down the western slopes, I could see that low clouds were hugging the coastline far below. It will be much cooler below. I was eager to get to the beaches at Piedras Blancas, and I continued toward that destination. On my way down, I kept seeing Band-tailed Pigeons flying from the lower elevations. As luck would have it, very near the bottom of the grade, I discovered their roosting place when a group of about a dozen took flight from the chaparral just above my position on the road. One bird had the courtesy to maintain its perch for a few minutes, and I enjoyed watching through the binoculars. It was too far away for a satisfactory photo.
I continued my southward journey, making a few stops along the way. When I reached the beaches I knew the seals might use, I had to go investigate. Sure enough, there were many enormous bachelors asleep on sands. Some were in heavy molt, which is normal for this time of year. I took a few photos then drove on into San Simeon, found a room, had dinner at a Mexican restaurant, and settled in for the evening.
07/28/05: San Simeon and Home Again
I have a cousin who lives in Cambria, just to the south of San Simeon. Last night, before going to bed, I placed a call and happily his wife answered. She passed the phone to my cousin, and we arranged to meet for breakfast this morning. I’d been through this area many times in the past 20 years, but we always managed to miss connections. Today, that streak was about to end.
My cousin, at one time, was the head of California’s Lifeguards. Later he transferred to the State Rangers, and was senior in the agency’s branch that manages the Hearst Castle. I learned he’d retired in 1998 and that he and his wife spend more time at the house they’d built near the tip of Baja, than they do in Cambria. They invited me to visit them there. It was nice to make this connection again after all these years.
After the visit, at about 11am, I pointed the Samurai south toward home and ground out the rest of the trip home. Some 400 miles later, I made it.
And so endeth the journey.
