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It’s been a busy week out here on the road in Southern California. This week has taken me from the desert to the mountains to the city and back again. I got some skiing in, went to a local fair, drove down Route 66 and went to the original Renaissance Festival in Irwindale. As the week is ending, I’m making my way up the east side of the Sierra Nevada Mountains and enjoying seeing all the snowy peaks out my driver’s side window. I’m getting closer and closer to starting my tour season and trying to get as much in before I do as I can.
After I finished writing this post last week, it was late in the day so I spent the night there in Twentynine Palms. I went out for a surprisingly excellent salad at the Cactus Grill and then headed out to the Tortoise Rock Casino for the night. This casino is run by the Twenty-Nine Palms Band of Mission Indians and they were incredibly welcoming of overnighters so long as you checked in with security. I enjoyed a little blackjack and walked out $10 up which is definitely a win.
I was up and out early on Thursday as I needed to grab some groceries and a few other things in the morning before I got started with my day’s travels. Once I was all stocked up, I headed out to the Big Morongo Canyon Preserve just off Highway 62 in the Morongo Valley and I’m really glad that I did. This preserve is located in Sand to Snow National Monument and is run jointly by San Bernardino County and the Bureau of Land Management. It’s not a huge place, but it offers several miles of trails and boardwalks in very different environments. The wildflowers were in full bloom and there were plenty of birds out there to keep me company (and apparently a few rattlesnakes, but I didn’t see any). It was a wonderful place to spend the morning, get some fresh air and stretch my legs. From there, I jumped on Route 38 in Yucaipa and started making my way up into the San Bernardino Mountains. The road was pretty steep and we struggled a bit with the heat as I didn’t know we would travel up to almost 9000’ on our way to Big Bear Lake. Thankfully it got considerably cooler the higher we went and right when I thought we were going to have to pull over to avoid overheating, we crested the pass and started dropping down the other side. I got to Big Bear Lake with enough time to wander around the beautiful namesake mountain lake for a bit before the sun went down. From the north side of the lake I could see Snow Summit Ski Resort and was impressed by how much snow was on the mountain. The Village at Big Bear Lake is a cute little mountain town which I would really enjoy for the next two nights.
I was up early the next morning and stopped in to a shop called GetBoards right there in town to rent my ski equipment for the day. The people working there were great and my equipment was considerably cheaper than it would have been at the resort. Once I was all outfitted I went up and hit the slopes for the first time since I was in Western North Carolina five years ago. The snow was remarkably good and most of the lifts and slopes were open. I loved the west side of the mountain which is full of long, easy trails for “skill development”…
Cayucos is a pleasant beach community located on the Estero Bay along the Central California Coast. Originally inhabited by the Chumash people, the area was explored by the Portola Expedition in 1769. The Spanish explorers noted the Chumash out fishing in small canoes and named the area Cayucos - the Spanish name for a small boat. The town was established in 1867 by Captain James Cass who built the original pier and a warehouse to store goods and make Cayucos a port town. Today Cayucos is home to around 2500 people and is a great town to stop in on your journey up or down the coast.
I stumbled into Cayucos by accident as I made my way down the Pacific Coast Highway. I stopped near the pier to use the bathroom and was impressed by the Dale Evers’ statue called The Great Communicators at the head of the pier (pictured below). I decided to stroll down the pier and enjoyed watching the surfers catch some waves. As I walked back towards my van, I saw a cool old convertible make the turn in front of me and looked down the street to see the Brown Butter Baking Company. Of course I had to stop for a cookie for research purposes, and I started to see all kinds of cool buildings to photograph. I ended up staying in Cayucos for a few hours and really enjoyed the town. It had all the amenities of any beach town along the coast, but was wonderfully clean, quiet and friendly. It’s a town I will definitely be back to and I see where they get their nickname: A Little Slice of Paradise. I hope you enjoy these photos from beautiful Cayucos, California.
When I told my Californian friends that I was heading to Bakersfield for a long weekend, the overwhelming response was “why?”. How about the fact that the Bakersfield Sound redefined country music and the city’s musical roots run deep with live music everywhere. There is a tradition of Basque food in Bakersfield that runs back to the gold rush and there are still a handful of old Basque restaurants around serving up quite a feast. Beyond that, the race tracks, public art, a great history museum and friendly people everywhere you go make Bakersfield a great destination. Why go to Bakersfield? Why wouldn’t you want to go?
The area around Bakersfield was once Yowlumne Indian land and they called their village here Woilu. In 1776, the intrepid Spanish missionary Francisco Garcés passed through the area on his travels. It wasn’t really until the Gold Rush that people of European decent really started making their way into this part of the San Juaquin Valley, and they came in droves. One of these new settlers was an Ohioan named Thomas Baker who built a farm on the Kern River and Baker’s Field became a stopover for travelers. Bakersfield was incorporated in 1873 and became the county seat the following year.
During the Dust Bowl era, thousands of Texans and Oklahomans flooded into the area and brought their brand of country music with them. In the 1950s, when the Nashville Sound was doing its best to bring a pop sound to country music and appeal to the masses, it was in the honkytonks of Bakersfield that musicians started to push back. The “Bakersfield Sound” is what we call this response today and Buck Owens and Merle Haggard brought that sound to the world.
I had a great time in Bakersfield. I liked the cool bars downtown like Guthrie’s Alley, where a diverse crowd always seemed on hand to drink and shoot pool. I loved the live music everywhere I went. The Kern County History Museum was phenomenal, having brought old buildings from all over the county and assembled and restored them at a central site. The Bakersfield speedway was a great experience and my stomach is still full when I think of the delicious Basque food I enjoyed in town. I had an absolute blast and can’t wait to return to Bakersfield in the future. I hope you enjoy these photos from beautiful Bakersfield, California.
The Channel Islands are an eight island archipelago off the coast of Southern California and five of these islands make up Channel Islands National Park. The waters surrounding these islands are also protected as a National Marine Sanctuary. The Channel Islands were created by tectonic forces 5 million years ago and have always been islands, although they were closer to the mainland during the last ice age when the sea levels were lower. Because of their isolation, the islands are home to several endemic species of plants and animals meaning those found nowhere else on Earth.
People have inhabited these islands for a very long time. In fact the oldest human remains ever found in North America, dating back 13,000 years, were discovered on Santa Barbara Island in 1959. In more recent times, the northern islands were home to different bands of the Chumash people while the southern islands were inhabited by the Tongva. Juan Cabrillo observed the islands on his 1542 voyage up the coast and in more modern times the islands were used to raise sheep and cattle. They were protected as a National Park in 1980.
I was unfortunately only able to visit one of the islands in Channel Islands National Park during my stay, but Santa Cruz is the biggest and most accessible and made for a wonderful visit. I stayed in the campground at Scorpion Ranch for three nights and was able to hike to Cavern Point, Smuggler’s Cove, Potato Harbor and the incredible Montañon Ridge. For the last two days I was on the island, there were only 19 other people there which made for a peaceful and incredible stay. It was hard to believe that we were only an hour car ride and an hour ferry ride from the second largest city in the country, but it sure was nice to be there. I can’t wait to go back again. I hope you enjoy these photos from Channel Islands National Park.
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This week started and ended in L.A. but I spent the weekend out in Bakersfield. All of my California friends raised an eyebrow when I talked about going out to Bakersfield, but I really enjoyed it and was surprised at how much it had to offer. It was definitely a little rough around the edges, but the people were friendly and it was a beautiful, cool, sunny weekend to be there. I’m going to get this post done a day early this week because I’m headed out to Catalina Island first thing tomorrow morning and I’m leaving my computer behind. Catalina is in the same island group as Channel Islands National Park, but it is developed and has a year-round population of over 4,000 people. You guys know how much I love islands, so I’m really looking forward to it. The campground was full, so I’m staying in a hotel out there which also means I’ll only be there for a day, but I’m going to make the most of it. It hasn’t been the busiest of weeks, but I’m sure you’ll see that I’ve gotten a couple of bigger photo posts up this week. Let me tell you what else I’ve gotten into this week.
After I finished up this post last week I took a long drive through L.A. and up to Hollywood. I followed my GPS and it took me on a pleasantly winding route and down streets I’d never been down before. L.A. is a sprawling place and I could probably spend an entire month just exploring around here, but it’s also a challenging place for the van life so it was just about time for me to move on. Before I went, there were three places I wanted to visit in Hollywood. The first is a tiny hole-in-the-wall spot called Tiki Ti. The whole tiki phenomenon in the U.S. began in 1933 by a guy called Don the Beachcomber right there in Hollywood. While that tiki bar is long gone, Tiki Ti remains. Tiki Ti was founded in 1961 by Ray Buhen who had been one of the early bartenders at Don the Beachcomber. He built his bar in an old violin repair shop so you can imagine how small it is. Today, it is one of the country’s most venerable tiki bars and a must-see for any tiki aficionado. I had been by it before, but never had the chance to stop in and I’m sure glad I did this time through. I enjoyed the atmosphere and the people and a couple of tropical cocktails but mostly I was just happy to soak up the history of the place.
From there I made my way back down the Sunset Strip to the Comedy Store to see Comedians You Should Know upstairs in the Belly Room. The Comedy Store is another well-known venue and another place I had never been before. The show was pretty good and some of the comedians were great (and one was downright terrible) and I was happy to have finally made it in to see a show. When it finished, I strolled down the street to Mel’s Drive-In for dinner which wasn’t great but it was fun to be there. It started to rain while I was eating my dinner, so I decided to just call it a night right there in Hollywood.
Thursday morning I was up and off to Bakersfield. I hit some rain and even about 10 seconds worth of snow on the drive, but it was sunny and perfect when I arrived. It was so nice to be in a quiet, open city again where parking was free and plentiful and I could walk wherever I wanted to go. I spent the afternoon wandering the streets and taking photos and then ended up at an old bar called Guthrie’s for happy hour. It’s a great old spot with a beautiful sign out front and a juke box and pool table in the back. From there I caught an acoustic set at The Padre Hotel and then went to The Pyrenees Café for dinner. Bakersfield has a Basque community which dates back to the gold rush. The Basque came to look for gold but found that herding sheep was more profitable because all of those prospectors needed food and clothing. There are still a handful of Basque restaurants in Bakersfield and they put out quite a spread. I had a lamb shank, and it came with soup and salad, marinated tongue, bread, pasta, vegetables and fries. The place was packed, but my dinner was really good. Full to the brim, I headed back downtown to check out Tiki-Ko, Bakersfield’s own tiki bar. It is an excellent spot – subdued but festive and with a good drink menu. I enjoyed a cocktail there before heading off to bed…
Most of the states I’ve been to seem to have a town like Solvang - a place with solid European roots that has developed into a tourism draw over the years. Some of my favorites have been Helen, Georgia, Frankenmuth, Michigan, New Ulm, Minnesota and Helvetia, West Virginia. All of these have had either a German or Swiss background, which made the Danish village of Solvang different and quite fun for me to explore.
The area where Solvang now stands was originally Chumash land. In 1804, the Spanish built Mission Santa Inés, one of 21 Catholic missions they would establish in Alta California to try and convert the native peoples and help the Spanish claim to the territory. After Mexico won its independence in 1821, the mission system was dissolved and the land was divided into land grants and this area became part of Rancho San Carlos de Jonata.
Beginning in 1850, many Danish immigrants began arriving on America’s shores including some of my ancestors on my father’s side. Communities would begin to form, especially in the Midwest. In 1910, a small group of Danish men decided to try somewhere a little warmer and purchased land in the Santa Inés Valley. A year later, a town plan had been drawn up and Solvang was born.
Originally, the town looked like many others in the region but after World War II many buildings were built or rebuilt in a more Scandinavian style. Today, Solvang is definitely an eye-catching place, especially the windmills which are scattered around the town. Tourism is a major draw with people coming from all over the world to visit the delicious bakeries and restaurants.
I had a great time in Solvang. It was busy but not crazy and I couldn’t help but smile as I wandered around taking these photos. It felt familiar yet different at the same time and it is definitely worth a visit if you’re looking for a break from the coastal beach towns and Mission architecture. I hope you enjoy these photos from beautiful Solvang, California’s Danish capital.
If there’s a more classically Californian beach town than Pismo Beach, I have yet to find it. Just driving into town makes your stress start to fade away and when you find a parking spot you can take a deep breath and relax - you have arrived. Pismo Beach residents have made an obvious effort to create and maintain this laid-back, surfer vibe and they’ve built a beautiful town around it. The fact that I was there on a beautiful sunny day didn’t hurt.
This area is historically home to the Chumash people, and “Pismu” was their name for the tar they found in the area which they used to seal their canoes and baskets. The Spanish Portolá Expedition passed by the beach in 1769 and after Mexican independence it would be included in José Ortega’s Rancho Pismo. A town was established in 1891 and the first pier was built in 1924. Pismo Beach was long called the “Clam Capital of the World” and these delicious mollusks drew people from miles around, but overharvesting has devastated the local clam population. Today the town states simply that they are “Classic California” and they definitely live up to that claim. While there is a lot more to California than surfing and beaches, that is the image that many people have of the Golden State. If that’s what you are looking for, you won’t find a better place to experience it than beautiful Pismo Beach. I hope you enjoy these photos from this classic California surf town.
Bodega, California is an adorable historic town about 5 miles from the coast and 2 hours north of San Francisco on the Pacific Coast Highway. These were once Coastal Miwok lands and they made use of the bounty of the area’s vast natural resources. Juan Francisco Bodega y Caudra of Spain first sailed into the nearby harbor in 1775, but the area’s first settlers of European decent were Russians. It was fear of the Russians’ southern advances that prompted Spain to set up the mission system and claim and settle the area of what’s now California.
In 1843, Stephen Smith built a lumber yard in the area and John Sutter also bought land nearby. St. Teresa of Avila church was constructed in 1859 and a small community slowly grew up around it. Today, Bodega’s population is still just over 200 people, but it packs a lot of punch for such a small town. Bodega is probably best known as one of the filming locations for Alfred Hitchcock’s 1963 film The Birds. I used to drive through Bodega often on my way from Santa Rosa to the coast, and I was happy that I finally had the chance to stop and look around for a while. Bodega is definitely small-town California at its best. I hope you enjoy these photos from beautiful Bodega, California.
The formations in Pinnacles National Park are thought to come from the western half of the Neenach Volcano which erupted 23 million years ago. Between then and now, this geologic formation is believed to have shifted almost 200 miles north and west thanks to plate tectonics.
This area was originally inhabited by the Ohlone people. Spanish missionaries established a mission at Soledad in 1791, just about 5 miles from the park’s current boundary. When American settlers moved into the area, they referred to the formations as “the Palisades”, and investors once considered putting a resort hotel at their base. The area was first protected as Pinnacles Forest Preserve in 1906 and then as Pinnacles National Monument in 1908. It became a National Park in 2013.
I had a great day in Pinnacles during my visit to the west side of the park. It had been raining for days and it was nice to see some blue sky for a change. I arrived early and was able to park in Bear Gulch, although there is a shuttle to bring people up from the Visitor Center as well. From there I hiked up the Condor Gulch Trail to the High Peaks Trail and then returned on the Bear Gulch Trail to the parking lot. It was a wonderful 6-7 mile loop through the pinnacles and provided great views in every direction.
The highlight of my day was definitely seeing the endangered California Condors which call the park home. I saw no fewer than 6 of them, which would be around 2% of the entire wild population of California Condors in the world. Some came so close I could’ve touched them if I’d have been sitting on your shoulders and I had never seen condors so close before. Watching them in flight is a truly special experience as they are enormous and cover a tremendous area in a short time. They move so quickly that they are tough to photograph, but there is one in the photo directly below. The condors alone were worth the visit, but I had aa awesome hike as well and it was reasonably quiet while I was there. While Pinnacles is one of the lesser known national parks in California, and for good reason, it is still a wonderful place to visit and worth a stop if you are in the area. I hope you enjoy these photos from Pinnacles National Park.
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It’s been another week of wet weather here in California. Thankfully it hasn’t been steady rain, but more on and off and I’ve been able to get out and see some things and even take a few photos. I enjoyed a fun St. Patrick’s Day in Santa Barbara and caught up with an old friend yesterday here in Oxnard. I have definitely moved strongly into Southern California this week and I’ve been having a great time. I had forgotten how much I enjoy the laid-back vibes and relaxed atmosphere of SoCal. I’m also looking forward to heading out to the island of Santa Cruz in Channel Islands National Park tomorrow if the weather allows me, so I’m going to get this post out a day early this week.
I wrote this post last week from the small but mighty town of Pismo Beach. Once I was finished putting it together, I headed out to check out the town and really fell in love with it. Pismo Beach is a quintessential California beach town full of neon and surfboards. If you grew up listening to the Beach Boys and are looking for that kind of vibe, Pismo definitely has it. I really enjoyed just wandering around and taking photos and soaking up some much needed rays. I stayed in town long enough to watch the sun set and then headed just down the road to Santa Maria.
I was very excited to have a taste of Santa Maria-style barbecue, but was also somewhat reserved in my expectations. I’ve experienced so many culinary treats around the country that I’ve learned to enjoy them in their place and then hold them in my memory until I return. Barbecue is most definitely a southern thing, and I don’t usually go for it west of Texas or north of the Mason-Dixon Line. However, since Santa Maria claims their own unique style I had to try it. I chose Shaw’s, because they’ve been around for a long time and because they had tri-tip on their menu and tri-tip (sometimes called a “California cut”) is also unique to Southern California. Tri-tip is also called “poor man’s brisket”, so I thought it would be great to try it smoked low and slow. What I didn’t look at closely enough is that Santa Maria Style is a way of barbecuing, the verb, not barbecue, the noun. It’s simply their way of seasoning and grilling meat and has nothing to do with the slow-smoked deliciousness of our southeastern region. Because of that, tri-tip was not a good choice because, while flavorful, it’s also super tough. I should’ve gone with a ribeye or a strip. My steak had good flavor and I could taste where it was going, but I didn’t enjoy it as much as I had hoped I would. It did come with a delicious soup, amazing homemade salsa, a relish tray, garlic bread and baked beans making for quite a feast, but my tri-tip was a disappointment. I will return to Santa Maria again with a different idea of what to look for though as I think it definitely has potential. The people of Santa Maria were kind and welcoming though and that would be reason enough to return.
On Thursday I continued south to La Purisma Mission, another of the 21 historic Spanish missions in California. This one had fallen into serious disrepair when it was taken over by California State Parks and was reconstructed by the Civilian Conservation Corps in the 1930s. The CCC rebuilt it to capture the historic context of the mission during its heyday so it is a fascinating place to visit and get a feel for what the missions were really like…
Hey y’all. I just wanted to share a few of my favorite shots from my time on the North Rim of the Grand Canyon. I’m doing this as a Snapshots post instead of an In Focus post because I’ll make one for all of Grand Canyon later this summer, but with any luck I will get down to Phantom Ranch between now and then, making it somewhat more complete. But I promised you some Grand Canyon photos before I transitioned to more recent California shots next week, so here you go. Enjoy!!
I had spent time in Sedona before, but never enough. I was always there for just a night, usually late in a tour where we didn’t have much time to do more than have a cursory look around. The cost and snobby attitudes of the locals with their spiritual vortex talk was always a turn-off for me. I had never had the chance to really get out there and do some hiking before, but I’m sure glad I scheduled a few days for it on this trip. I’ve been to a lot of places in this country, but few can compare to the red rock country surrounding Sedona. I don’t know about vortexes, but it is definitely a beautiful and magical place. Like most of red rock country, it’s best to hit the trail very early in the morning or just as the sun is starting to go down. While I was there, I hiked to the Birthing Cave, the Subway, Devil’s Bridge, the Courthouse and Bell and, my personal favorite, the Airport Loop. With the exception of this last one, which I had all to myself, there was no shortage of people in the area. It’s definitely not a secret place, nor is it off the beaten path, but it’s well worth it to visit and the shear number of trails in the area helps to disperse people pretty well. I had a wonderful few days in Sedona and will definitely be back. I hope you enjoy these photos from beautiful Sedona, Arizona, a true hikers’ paradise.
