Author: danleeth

Our four-night stay in Grass Valley was scheduled so Dianne could visit with her mother.  That gave me plenty of on-my-own time.

While Dianne and her parents were heading to/from Redding on Tuesday to see their dying brother/son, I decided to go out for a hike, or at least that’s how it turned out. 

My initial goal was to wander around and photograph the Empire Mine Historic State Park.  As I drove up the road to the park, I passed a lot with a sign that said, “Empire Mine parking.”  So, I parked there.

It was parking for the park but getting to the visitor center would require a 1.4-mile hike up the Hardrock Trail.  I wanted some exercise anyway, so I grabbed my camera and started up the trail. 

There were several unmarked forks in the trail along the way, and following the advice of Yogi Berra, I took them.  Unfortunately, most of the forks I opted for did not lead to the visitor center.  Instead, I ended up with a 6½-mile round-trip hike through the woods. I passed the remains of old mines but only once touched the VC.

On Wednesday, Dianne and her 91-year-old mother went on a hike up a paved trail not far from the campground.  I hung out at the trailer and attended to bill paying and finances.  We had a delicious clam chowder lunch/dinner at her parents’ home later that afternoon. 

Dianne wanted to spend Thursday, our last full day in Grass Valley, with her mother doing laundry.  I decided to go on a morning walk along a creek in the woods. 

The trailhead for the paved trail that mother and daughter took the day before was a mile’s walk down the road from the campground, so I thought I’d go hike that.  It starts near the site of the North Star Mine Powerhouse and Pelton Wheel Museum.

The trail follows Wolf Creek through the forest.  Being paved and lacking much altitude gain, it’s a favorite with old people. 

The first part of the trail ended at the county animal shelter, perhaps a mile from the start.  A second leg continues up Little Wolf Creek for another mile or so.  Here, some alternative, unpaved hiking paths drop down and follow the creek.  It was a joy to get off the blacktop.

On the way back, I stopped in the museum.  I was the only guest, and one of the docents offered to give me a free tour.  I’m not big on mining, but it was fascinating.  Several of the exhibits such as the huge Pelton waterwheel…

…and an 1897-vintage, five-head stamp mill…

…were hooked up to show them in operation.  Only the need to get back to camp to meet the wife and parents kept me from staying longer. 

That afternoon, we took Dianne’s parents out to dinner at a nice Italian restaurant in town.  Then it was back to camp for one last evening at the fairgrounds RV park.

Friday morning, we had a leisurely breakfast and then got the trailer ready for the three-hour trip to Reno.  California has a maximum speed of 55 mph for those of us pulling trailers, so we were tailgated and eventually passed by every vehicle on the highway.  We took Interstate 80 over Donner Pass and eventually dropped into Nevada and the Truckee River Valley.  We had reservations at the KOA Boomtown.

Now, this is Nevada and Boomtown is a casino development in Verdi, a few miles west of Reno.  I expected the KOA to be a parking lot RV resort behind the casino, but we were pleasantly surprised to find that it’s a separate area about a half-mile beyond the gambling hall.  We have a shady patio site with a grill and grass.  While we can hear the freeway, the noise is not overwhelming.

After getting our trailer hookups hooked up, we went over to see some old friends from back in the old days when we lived in Reno.  Dinner at one of our old favorite Mexican restaurants (new location) followed.

We spent four wonderful days in Reno.  Dianne attended her 50^th high school reunion and got to reconnect with a lot of old classmates. 

We spent some time with an old hiking buddy and his wife, and we had lunch with an old workmate of mine from back when I was serving time as a bank officer in Reno.

Then, after more than a month on the road, it was time to head toward home and cheaper gas prices.

Pulling the trailer, we get 10 miles per gallon on a good day (downhill with a tailwind).  Filling the tank in California became a three-digit expense.  The farther we got away from the Golden State, the more gold we got to keep in our bank account.

From Reno, we cut across Nevada on I-80, possibly the most boring stretch of interstate highway this side of Kansas.  After 400+ miles of being passed by every car, truck, motorcycle, motorhome and bus on the highway, we “camped” for the night at a nice KOA in West Wendover, Nevada. 

We’re generally not fans of RV parks, but as it is with Super 8 motels, when you just need a place to bunk down for the night, they’re a good option.  They even gave us imported koozies for our beer.

The next morning, we entered Utah and drove 300 miles south and east to Fremont Indian State Park near Richfield. 

The Fremont Indians were contemporaries of the cliff-dwelling Anasazi Ancestral Puebloans to the south. While they didn’t give us ruins in the rocks to admire, they are responsible for some of the impressive pictograph and petroglyph rock art that decorates the Utah and Colorado canyon country.

After two nights at Fremont Indian, we’ll head east down Interstate 70 to Green River.  There, we’ll meet up with some Colorado Mountain Clubbers to hike some slot canyons in the San Rafael Swell.

The Fremont Indians were great rock artists. We spent yesterday, our full day in Fremont Indian State Park, photographing their works.

Today, Friday, we hooked up and drove to Green River State Park, which is surprisingly located in Green River, Utah.  We’re camping with 16 other members of the Colorado Mountain Club out here in 3.2 beer country to do some hiking in the San Rafael Swell. 

Our first trip with the group was a one-mile jaunt out to see some petroglyphs in Coal Canyon.

Damn, it’s good to finally be back hiking in Dianne’s ancestral homeland. Out in this colorful landscape, trees don’t block the view and the art hangs on rocks.

On Friday evening, we met with our group of fellow Colorado Mountain Club members and discussed the following day’s hiking plans. Dianne and I decided to do a seven-mile hike down Crack Canyon, which is located not far from Goblin Valley State Park.

Progressing downstream, the canyon walls rose and things started to get pretty.

In places, rock slabs overhung the narrows.

We experienced a few easy challenges along the way. Our first involved down climbing some boulders blocking the canyon bottom.

Another challenge involving balancing down a long, narrow log that provided a skinny ramp past some more chockstone boulders.

The next problem involved a pool of water that as some hikers ahead of us discovered was crotch deep. Fortunately, with a little backtracking, we bypassed it by traversing some wide ledges above the obstacle.

We continued down the canyon until it was time for lunch.

It was just as pretty on the way back as it was going down.

That night, about a dozen of us went to Ray’s Tavern in Green River, a place famous for their burgers. Utah now serves real beer, and I had a nice IPA from Squatters Brewery in Salt Lake City.

Today, we joined nine fellow Mountain Clubbers for a trek up Farnsworth Canyon, another slot Mother Nature has carved through the San Rafael Swell. Highlight of the trek was a panel of Fremont pictographs.

Here are some images from our hike:

Most of our Colorado Mountain Club buddies left for home on Monday morning, so we decided to forego our last reserved night in Green River and do the same. Since we had paid for the extra day, we didn’t have to leave by the noon checkout time.

After a leisurely bacon-and-egg breakfast, we drove out to Green River’s geyser, which lies beside the river south of town.

Unlike most geysers, Crystal Geyser shoots up cold water powered by carbon dioxide. It erupts twice a day, they claim, shooting 30-60 feet into the air. I witnessed a major eruption on a float trip down the Green River in 1978.

Unfortunately, the geyser only sputtered while we were there…

…but it was fun to just explore around and photograph the travertine terraces below the geyser.

After our geyser gawking, we headed back into town. stopping at Dunham’s melon stand for some of Green River’s famous melons.

And then it was off to our favorite Mexican restaurant in Green River…

…for a lunch consisting of a carnitas burrito (Dan) and a carnitas quesadilla (Dianne).

Back at the campground, we hitched up the trailer and headed for home. No more trailer trips this year.