Apologies for the twisted Pano, but I’m still getting the hang of my new kayak. This is Black Canyon, and the hand-pulled cable car was built so the guy in charge of gauging the river could get from his house to the gauge station via the catwalk on the cliff to the left. I paddled up part of the Black Canyon National Water Trail a couple miles from Willow Beach to get a decent photo of Emerald Cave, which also failed (I blame the low water level and too many people). But in the sunlight, the shallows along this stretch of the river do turn a beautiful green, and seeing the fish and ducks helps emphasize the importance of the Colorado River to life in the desert.
There are many different ways to recreate in the area, but this self-guided kayak tour appealed to me. I think I’ll keep my OruKayak in my trunk for trips just like this. There are longer paddling tours from Hoover Dam, a paddle wheeler, boating on Lake Mead, backcountry horseback riding, hiking, biking, scuba diving (historic plane wreck) and many more. I took the kids to tour Hoover dam years ago, and it’s fascinating. This trip I stayed just outside the park downstream below Davis Dam (which forms Lake Mojave) at the Pioneer in Laughlin, which was cheap and had free overnight EV charging (ClipperCreek). All the Colorado River lakes are in trouble now, due to the climate crisis and misuse of water, so I wanted to visit before things get worse.
100 years ago yesterday, the Colorado River Compact was signed. Ecology, Native Americans and Mexico had no input. Today, more water exists on paper than in the river. The states say they are unwilling to renegotiate, but every year the cities get bigger and the water levels drop. Like other human activities, our use of the river is unsustainable. As thankful as I am that this area is preserved for recreation, unless we do something, it won’t be for long.
Here’s the link to my visits to all parks in Arizona and Nevada.
Almost forgot, but on the way east from California, I finally stopped at this obscure unit between Mojave National Preserve and Nevada. This is an undeveloped park in all senses of the word. There are no park facilities (besides the small sign), and the center of the park is still a open pit, unprofitable gold mine, which is supposed to be transferred to the park service soon. Not much to see, despite lots of warnings about not running over the Desert Tortoises. From the Castle Mountains on the left, you can look across at the Castle Peaks on the right, but the former don’t look like castles and the latter are outside the park in the New York Mountains. (I blame the miners for the naming confusion).
The “roads” in the park are 4WD high clearance only and sometimes wash out completely. Since I’m trying not to damage my car again (Chaco!), I thought I’d test out my new e-bike on the 10 mile road in from Clara Bow’s old ranch (now a Nature Conservancy reserve). My car would have bumped along well enough until the park entrance, but then it might have gotten tricky. There’s another even rougher way in from the Ivanpah Road. (If you’ve ever driven around here, you’ve seen the Ivanpah Solar Towers which use mirrors to boil salt but burn natural gas each morning to get warmed up. And they kill birds.) Anyways, there was a nice sunset lighting up some of the Joshua Trees, but I didn’t stop to take another photo on my way out.
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No veteran wants to realize that their command lied to get them to commit war crimes. In the film The Last Samurai, Tom Cruise plays a Civil War veteran haunted by his part in the Washita Battle. In my view, honoring veterans begins by honoring the truth, the rules of military engagement and heroism. And it’s important to get it right, not just for the veterans, but so we get it right in future conflicts.
The US Cavalry here were told inaccurate stories about the Cheyenne, that they were all savage warriors, that they had killed more settlers than they had, and that they must all be punished for their crimes. They were ordered to attack a peaceful village of non-combatant elderly men, women & children while they slept and to destroy their possessions so the survivors would starve during winter. Despite inferior weapons, the Native Americans defended themselves bravely.
The village Chief, Black Kettle, survived the Sand Creek Massacre, and still counseled peace with the US, until the US Cavalry killed him here. Yes, some of the Cheyenne were angry over that earlier massacre, and they raided settlements. But most of the raids were thefts of food and cattle and destroying property, after the US government reneged on its treaty promises to provide food, land and compensation. Yes, some white settlers were killed by renegades, including women and children, but for every settler killed, hundreds of natives were killed, for ever cow stolen, tens of thousands of bison were killed. Three months before the massacre here, Chief Little Rock agreed to turn over those responsible for raids, but he was also killed protecting women and children as they escaped down the Washita River.
Generals Sheridan and Sherman exaggerated the number of white settlers killed to justify declaring war on the entire tribe. No culture is entirely comprised of warriors, but Sheridan and Sherman promoted that lie to encourage the troops to commit war crimes against peaceful non-combatants, including women and children. Custer was unconcerned about whether the village was peaceful or harboring fugitives. He was just interested in surrounding the village and killing all the men, some of the women and children and taking hostages. He showed the same disinterest in sizing up his target at Little Bighorn.
The US government repeatedly lied to the Native Americans, broke treaties, ignored Supreme Court orders, forcibly deported tribes, ordered troops to war against allied and peaceful tribes, stole lands, burned homes and possessions, drove the bison to the edge of extinction (50 million to 500), destroyed crops, introduced diseases, forced children into re-education centers, and tried to destroy native culture, language and religion, all to promote a near-genocidal racist policy of populating most of the country primarily with white settlers.
Those US military and government acts and policies were wrong, and we should honor our veterans and flag by admitting the truth, so that we can act correctly in the future. We do not teach our children that if they want something, they should take it by force and then lie about it. We do not believe that declaring war justifies intentionally killing civilian non-combatants, including women and children. And we should not lie to our children to excuse the mistakes of our ancestors.
Unfortunately, rather than confront the one-sided and disproportionately violent history against Native Americans, the old excuses for US war crimes still continue today, funded by your tax dollars. The pamphlet for this site blames Native American raids for the Sand Creek Massacre, the film describes the Cheyenne as a hostile warrior culture (because they eat bison?!?), and the site presents the “battle” as a necessary victory to achieve peace and open the west. No. Without justice, there is no peace. And the west was already open: California had been a state since 1850.
That our ancestors engaged in avoidable, brutal massacres out of racism and greed is upsetting, albeit truthful. Our veterans deserve to live in a truthful country. The Native Americans who contributed to this site are doing a public service in telling us the truth, and we owe it to them to listen. That some people today, 150 years later, still whitewash history with dishonest racist pseudo-justifications is unacceptable. That the park service here misinforms visitors and believes 1/2 of its mission is to excuse tragic avoidable war crimes is profoundly wrong.
Here’s the link to my visits to all parks in Oklahoma.
My heroes camping in Yosemite remind me that nothing lasts forever. The colder weather, late season hurricanes, holidays and life mean that I can’t keep up this pace of daily posts, especially since some of the remaining units will require longer trips to complete. I’ll try posting on Fridays for now. With that in mind, here’s a shot of the last lunar eclipse outside my favorite hotel in Gallup.
At 10:15 pm on 17 July 1944, 320 people were vaporized in a munitions explosion while loading two ships simultaneously. The blast registered 3.4 on the Richter scale, disintegrated the docks above, blew one ship into small pieces, threw other ships hundreds of yards away, and injured people on the other side of Suisun Bay above. Most of the victims were young African Americans, and the Navy blamed the poorly trained black workers rather than the white officers in charge. When 50 survivors refused to return to work, they were sentenced to 8 to 15 years in prison and others were threatened with firing squad for mutiny. Despite the efforts of Thurgood Marshall to defend them and focus the blame on the Navy’s negligence, the ‘mutineers’ spent the rest of the war in prison, and the story was lost to history until a Cal professor named Robert Allen found a pamphlet, interviewed a dozen survivors and wrote a book in 1989.
The story is powerful, and the ranger and volunteer did an excellent job of painting a detailed picture of racism, dereliction of duty (among the officers who bet on load rates), the lies that the enlisted workers were told (that the bombs were inert), and the trial. Photographs, oral accounts and actually visiting the spot where it happened, including touring the revetments where munitions were transferred from boxcars and out to the docks, bring the impact home. The volunteer, Diana, noted that the Navy suffered an even more deadly munitions loading accident less than 4 months later, when the USS Mt Hood exploded in New Guinea on 10 November 1944, obviously not learning the lessons of Port Chicago. The ranger, Eric, made a persuasive case that the negligence and racism uncovered and protested, while officially unpunished, likely prompted the Navy to be the first branch of the military to desegregate completely in February 1946, two years before the other branches.
This park unit is dedicated to preventing this unjust tragedy from being forgotten. Tours must be reserved at least two weeks in advance for Thursday through Saturday when the Army, who took over the base, allows visitors. Although the tour met at the Muir home, I was able to drive my EV to the site above. Fortunately, the park service is working on improving access by building a visitor center nearby.
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The view from the cupola of Muir’s father-in-law’s orchard estate upsets me. Between the palm trees, you can see smoke rising from the refineries in Martinez, and to the right across the street is a gas station. Muir never rode in cars, took horse carriages and preferred walking. In the house, there’s a print of the Muir Glacier in Alaska, now the Muir Inlet. He lived just long enough to lose the battle to prevent Hetch Hetchy Dam at Yosemite. Many of the giant sequoia groves at Sequoia have been destroyed by wildfires. And all his work with Teddy Roosevelt and the Sierra Club he helped found to protect millions of acres of wilderness is failing to protect nature from the man made climate crisis.
The battle for conservation will go on endlessly. It is the universal warfare between right and wrong.
John Muir, 1896
At least he was happy in this house. Muir visited the owner, a Polish botanist who introduced varieties of fruit trees to the valley, and fell in love with his daughter, Louie. They married, settled here and inherited the orchards. They had children and also invited some of Muir’s siblings to join them, allowing John time to write. One of the oldest buildings in the area is the Martinez Adobe in the back of the property, which gave room for the Muir clan to stay and take care of the orchards. Influenced by Emerson, who he met later in life, Thoreau and Marsh, Muir continued traveling and became the most influential conservationist in the world, writing books, articles and letters to protect Yosemite, sequoia groves, glaciers and other natural wonders from human consumption. He would not forgive us for our fossil fuel pollution.
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Being a cantankerous old mule, I decided not to reserve a spot on the free shuttle and hiked through Las Trampas Wilderness Regional Preserve to visit the site, partly because I’m trying to visit the parks via non-carbon transport and partly because I visited the park not too many years ago and didn’t need a repeat experience. The wealthy landowning neighbors (one property currently listed at $10 million) don’t like the riff-raff driving past their landscaping, so they insist that visitors take the shuttle from downtown, even though there’s plenty of space for parking on site. When locals benefit from tax spending on public parks, then try to limit public access, and typically complain about tax spending going to the poor, the selfish hypocrisy stinks. So I decided to park in front of the most ostentatious private drive I could find and hiked about a mile to Tao House.
O’Neill, America’s most accomplished playwright and father of American tragedy who won four Pulitzers and the Nobel Prize for Literature, used the stipend from that last award to settle here on this quiet ranch. He enjoyed several years here with his wife Carlotta and wrote some of his best work, including the autobiographical plays The Iceman Cometh and Long Day’s Journey Into Night. Many of the artifacts here are not original but do a good job of recreating the atmosphere of his comfortable, private writer’s retreat, and the few original items and personal touches, showing Asian theatrical influences and his love of his dogs, make the tour worthwhile. Illness forced him to leave during the war, prevented him from continuing to write, and he died in Boston, although his work continued winning awards.
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FDR said, “we can’t afford to indulge in prejudice now”, and with that, the “Rosie” in the lower part of the collage above suddenly was able to qualify for a job that previously hired neither blacks nor women nor LGBTQ+ nor any other minority. Note that she is riveting aircraft grade aluminum while wearing lipstick, nail polish, a large wedding ring and a classic “Rosie” red bandana. Many women were surprised how easy riveting was and didn’t understand why men said they couldn’t do it. By 1944, women were about 1/3 of the workforce, and 10,000 African Americans worked here in Richmond during the war along with all other minorities (except Japanese Americans). Leadership is required to change society’s prejudices and discriminatory practices, and once the door was opened, many women decided to continue working after the war.
The visitor center is next to the Ford Assembly Plant, which is still full of industrial activity. Check in at the gate on Harbor, then drive around back and all the way down to the right. There are ChargePoint stations in the lot, and a good restaurant next to the visitor center. The factory used to make tanks, and across Marina Bay was Shipyard #2 which produced a new ship every 4 days, loaded with tanks and sent off immediately. Walk a bit of the SF Bay Trail along the waterfront to a fine memorial to the Rosies in Marina Bay Park, next to the yachts and fancy condos. Shipyards #1 and #4 were up the channel on the other side, along with the Prefab Yard. And Shipyard #3 still has the SS Red Oak Victory Ship, launched in November 1944, with worthwhile tours. This was the beating heart of America’s “Arsenal of Democracy”, and it was a unified effort of all hands on deck which changed the course of labor and civil rights overnight.
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The staircase down to the lighthouse below is often closed due to high winds, and, especially during the summer, the scene above is hidden in fog. Of course, that’s why the lighthouse was needed, as this rocky point sticks far out into the Pacific, due in part to the San Andreas Fault. If you hike the Earthquake Trail from the Bear Valley visitor center, you can see a fence that has a 16 foot gap representing how far the land moved along the fault line in 1906. There’s also a replica native village and a horse ranch that used to raise Morgans.
Due to its remote coastal location, there are wildlife viewing opportunities, especially Tule Elk at the north point, migrating whales, seals, and birds in different seasons. I saw a coyote, some raptors, deer and coveys of California Quail (our state bird), and I only visited the lighthouse this trip. There are glorious miles of hiking trails, especially out to the estuary and Drakes Bay, where Sir Francis Drake most likely landed during his 1579 circumnavigation.
The park service is working to preserve and restore the area due to its ecological importance. The commercial oyster farm out here is gone, but there are still several historic ranches that date back to the 1850’s. There are kayaks for rent next to the Tomales Bay Resort in Inverness, and the town of Point Reyes Station has some restaurants and organic markets for picnic supplies.
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The redwoods here are coastal, Sequoia Sempervirens, and are not the shorter, but more massive giant sequoias up in the Sierra Nevada mountains. Both types of redwoods, and a relative, the dawn redwood found in China, once lived all around the northern hemisphere, but now their numbers are drastically reduced. The coastal redwoods are the tallest living beings on earth, each one living for centuries. Dinosaurs walked through these coastal redwood groves.
This old growth forest was donated in 1908, made a national monument by Teddy Roosevelt, named for his friend the naturalist John Muir, and was the site of a UN founding meeting held in 1945 in memory of FDR. Despite the many visitors (parking or shuttle reservations required), it is still possible to find a quiet moment among these silent sentinels and connect to the ancient world.
Here’s the link to my visits to all parks in California.
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