Friday, January 6, 2017

Joshua Tree National Park


We spent a wonderful day re-visiting Joshua Tree National Park. We were here 10 years ago. 
And yet, we saw the park again as if through new eyes, discovering more fascinating facts and details. No matter how often one visits wilderness areas, there is always something new and different to marvel over and appreciate.

Joshua Tree National Park spans two types of deserts: the Colorado Desert in the south (below 3,000 feet elevation), and the southern boundary of the Mojave Desert in the western section of the park (above 3,000 feet elevation). The difference in elevation creates more variety in ecosystems and plant vegetation, all found in this one park. The Joshua Trees, after which the park is named, grow primarily in the larger western area of the park. 

We entered the park from the south along the Pinto Basin Road which takes you through the lower and hotter Colorado Desert, an extension of the much larger Sonoran Desert that spans southern Arizona and northwest Mexico.  Here creosote bushes dominate the landscape, as well as palo verde trees, and ocotillo and cholla cactus.
Washes cut across the landscape, conduits for rushing water when the rains eventually materialize.



the Pinto Basin Road through the south of the park
creosote bushes dominate the terrain, reproducing by vegetative cloning - some
clones are estimated to be over 9,000 years old, which makes them the Earth's
oldest living organism
We stopped to look at the Ocotillo patch and then further along we walked the quarter-mile loop through the Cholla Cactus Garden.
the thorny ocotillo is not a cactus but a deciduous
shrub that is rain dependent and sheds leaves up to five times a year  
cholla cactus, also known as the teddy-bear cactus
close-up of the cholla cactus, definitely not a cuddly teddy-bear
Beyond the Cholla Cactus Garden, the desert transitions to the higher, cooler Mojave Desert. Here we began to see the striking boulder stacks, Pinyon Pines, Mojave Yuccas, prickly pear cacti, and Joshua Trees.
boulder stacks, Yucca cacti and more creosote bushes
The inside of a Joshua tree is fibrous and has no annual growth rings, 
so scientists estimate their age by dividing the tree's height by the 
annual average growth rate of 1.5 inches. The typical life-span
 of  a Joshua tree is 150 years, and the oldest trees in the park 
range from 20 to 45 feet in height
Joshua Trees are strictly speaking not trees, but a species of the agave family, with spiky, succulent leaves. They can grow to 40 feet tall and their branches make it look like a tree. To the Mormons passing through on their way west, the outstretched limbs resembled outstretched arms of Joshua, in supplication to his God. Others claim that the outstretched limbs of the Joshua tree pointed the way to the promised land.
the iconic boulders and rock formations that define
the park landscape

The highlight of today’s visit was exploring the Geology Tour Road, an 18-mile loop. Recommended for 4-wheel drives, the road takes you through some fascinating geology. This region sits atop two plates and several active faults, and the landscape we see today is the result of two episodes of mountain building along the fault lines. The latest of these episodes was followed by uplift and deep erosion, and then by further uneven uplift along faults. Erosion exposed two rock bodies originally formed below the Earth’s surface: the 1.7-billion-year-old Pinto gneiss and the 85-million-year-old monzogranite, which forced its way into the gneiss as molten magma.  The magma cooled at a depth of about 15 miles below the surface and crystallized to form solid rock, monzogranite.  Erosion has stripped the overlying Pinto gneiss to reveal the interesting monolith outcrops we see today, and which also attract rock climbers from all over.  
stopped to have lunch overlooking Pleasant Valley, gazing
at the results of billions of years of geologic processes in front of us:
Pleasant Valley is the result of faulting and consequent uplift and downdrop;
the twin peaks of Malapai Hill, rising 400 ft above the valley floor
and likely formed within the last 2 to 3 million years;
the two-colored hills to the right are an excellent representation of the ancient
Pinto gneiss, the oldest rock in the park at about 1.7 billion years, and the pink exposed
monzogranite that remains as the fascinating boulders we see today 

the long ridge under the bank of clouds is the San Andreas Fault
From Keys View, we looked out over the Coachella Valley, home to Indio and Palm Springs. Across to the west lies Mt Jacinto, the highest peak, and to the south we could see the Salton Sea. This is the area where the Pacific Plate meets the North American Plate, and the San Andreas Fault is visible as a ridge marking the boundary between the fault lines.  
Here is where the northbound North American Plate and southbound Pacific Plate grind past one another at an average rate of just under two inches per year. This would imply that in the past ten years since we last stood at Keys View observing the San Andreas Fault, the plates have moved almost 20 inches past one another.  
the many fault lines that crisscross through Joshua Tree NP
Our final stop for the day was at Hidden Valley where we walked the one-mile loop through a rock-enclosed valley. Here is where cattle rustlers apparently hid their illicit herds. In the fading sunlight, the rocks looked fantastic and other-wordly. Eventually we noticed several climbers on a couple of the larger outcrops. They looked like specks against the gigantic rock face.





where is the rock climber.....






Here are a few more memorable captures of granite boulders and Joshua trees:













We came out at the northern end of the park, at Twenty Nine Palms, and headed back to Indio along the Twenty Nine Palms highway and route 10. 

Thursday, January 5, 2017

Moving on to Indio

We're in Indio now, staying at the Elks. Our trip was uneventful and though it's been a while since we were on the road, we remembered the routine.
Michael claims that the new shocks make a difference to the ride, and the new bushings seem to have eliminated the clunk we have been hearing. Alpine seems to be driving well.

It was a straight run from Simi Valley along 118 east, then 210, and then route 10 to Indio. Except for one crazy truck driver who couldn't stay in his lane and veered all over the place for a few miles before we were able to pass him, traffic flowed smoothly and was lighter than anticipated.

The Elks Lodge here in Indio is quite large, with 55 spots for RV's. There is 30 amp electric and water.
There are three other Alpines here. Our Washington friends, Janet and Todd Legg are here and it is good to see them and catch up. The Weinheimers are here too. I met Jim briefly and chatted for a while, and learned that they are one of the original early SoCal members when the association first formed. There was another Alpine I spied as we arrived (green with California plates), though it left before either the Leggs or we could meet the owners.

It feels good to be back in the saddle again. Tomorrow we plan to spend the day in Joshua Tree National Park. 

Sunday, January 1, 2017

Simi Valley Mini Rally


Michael coming to say hello to the Lisecs










There were 3 Alpines at the Johnsons on New Year's Day.  Paul and Katie Lisec dropped by and spent the night on their way home, and when Bill and Patty Figge joined us that evening, we declared it a Simi-Valley-Johnson-Mini-Rally. 






Within a few minutes of arriving, guess where the guys disappeared to....

There is always something technical to discuss when it comes to Alpine coaches.
Sandy, Paul and Michael
We started out with Happy Hour, and moved on to dinner. It was great fun, with lots of laughs and stories to share. What a great way to start out the New Year with Alpine friends.
Bill, Debi,  Paul, Katie, Patty, Michael and Sandy
Happy 2017 to all, and may it be a year filled with travels and camaraderie.

Saturday, December 31, 2016

Back from Bangkok

It feels wonderful to be back home again and in our Alpine. Thanks to the Johnsons and their kind hospitality, our trip to Bangkok to meet our grandson was smooth and easy. 
While we were gone, Alpine remained safely parked in their driveway here in Simi Valley, and transport to LAX via the Van Nuys Flyaway bus made airport access a breeze. The Johnsons dropped us off at the bus depot and picked us back up again. 
Thank you Debi and Sandy - we could not have done it without you! 


Debi and I at the local quilt store enjoying sewing time together
We left December 5th, returned on the 27th, and have hung out with Debi and Sandy for several more days as we recovered from the gruelling 20-hour flight and our bodies adjusted to being back in this time zone. 
Debi and I have had fun sewing and visiting quilting stores, while Michael and Sandy have taken care of Alpine To-Do's (replacing sway bar bushings, new shocks, flushing the water heater, replacing fluorescent tubes in the kitchen, etc). 

Baby Aidan and smitten grandmother
As for Bangkok, we spent a wonderful three weeks with our daughter and son-in-law and our baby grandson. Why Bangkok of all places, you may ask? Well, the short story is that our son-in-law's job took them to Dhaka, Bangladesh (yes! I know, don't ask!) but the health care system in Bangkok, known for its medical tourism, is far superior. So that is where baby Aidan Alexander was born on November 25th. Since the new family was spending several weeks in Bangkok after the birth for post-op visits (Kathleen ended up having a C-section), registering baby's birth with the American embassy and applying for his passport, it made more sense for us to travel to Bangkok and spend time with them there. We were glad to be an extra pair of helping hands to the new parents, and it was our pleasure to cuddle Aidan and watch him grow. 
All grandparents are smitten with their grandchildren and all grandchildren are simply the most beautiful and wonderful. But our Aidan surely tops them all😉

Bangkok itself remains a noisy, congested, steamy hot, and polluted memory. To be fair, we did not visit like most tourists who travel to popular tourist destinations. We lived the Bangkok city life, much like the locals, stayed in a high-rise condo, took taxis to the hospital or other outings, and walked to the local markets. 


view out of our bedroom window on the 28th floor
It is the first time we have experienced an East Asian city which made it interesting and fascinating because it was very different from any of our previous foreign travel experiences. Thai folk are certainly courteous, kind, and friendly. Their surroundings are more intriguing, a study in stark contrasts: the city is a sprawling hodgepodge of striking modern high rises, side by side with older tiny store fronts with rundown apartments above, and in between in any space available, you will find shanty-like abodes.  I found the high-rise buildings quite fascinating in their diversity of architectural style. Some have roof gardens and swimming pool on one of the floors so it is not unusual to see a bit of green sprouting somewhere on terraces of buildings in this concrete jungle. Our building had a fully equipped gym, outdoor pool and patio on the 9th floor.
Thru Thonglor, the high rise condo where we stayed on the 28th floor,
 the canal and run-down buildings below
small shops selling their wares
too bad this shop was closed as we passed it
Interspersed within the various communities are gilded temples with several shrines, much like local neighborhood churches. 
the temple around the corner from us
Land and space are at a premium in this over-crowded area and the Thai are superb at making use of every available spot so that outdoor markets appear under bridge overpasses, and sidewalk "cafes" with their food carts become set up at lunch and dinner time.  Outdoor cafes literally arise on the same narrow, uneven sidewalk amidst the never ending traffic. 
food stalls at the outdoor market close to us
stalls offering various merchandise, set up under an overpass
an outdoor cafe set up under this overpass
navigating "sidewalk cafes" outside our condo



But what I will remember most is the insane traffic that continues day and night, with taxis, cars, and motorcycles constantly propelling forward in the chaotic gridlock. Motorists appear to have their own set of rules when it comes to squeezing through, past, around, and in between other moving vehicles. Drivers slide past one another with inches to spare, and still manage to avoid hitting outside mirrors or fenders. One guarantee is that no matter how far or how near you need to travel, it would invariably take three times as long as expected to get there and the taxi drivers have learned to apologetically utter "traffic jam" in English. There is nothing that moves fast in that congestion, the only exception being our trip back to the airport at 2AM when there were slightly fewer cars on the road and we continued moving without stopping.  Bangkok drivers must surely be the most patient people on earth!

The motor cyclists are another memory. They too follow their own set of rules as they negotiate their way, weaving in and out between lanes and cars, or if they need to, simply drive up and on the sidewalk. An English language travel guide warned that in Bangkok pedestrians have no rights.  Some sidewalks have faded lines intended as a motorcycle lane.  Motorists seem to be quite accommodating towards the motorcyclists. While cars remain stopped in the typical gridlock, the cyclists buzz on by, and if there is a red traffic light, they all congregate in a large clump ahead of the cars. Anticipating that the light is about to turn green, they surge forward en masse, like a noisy swarm of mosquitoes. Motorcycles are also taxis, transporting one or more passengers on the back, none of whom wear helmets. I saw families of four on motorcycles, and I was fascinated to watch motorcycles delivering goods. One in particular was hilarious with a mattress balancing on the back.  
I found it all rather hair-raising, yet in the time we were there, I never witnessed a single accident, and was quite amazed that we hardly ever heard honking horns, which in the US is a standard in large cities. Previous complaints about LA gridlock down I-5 pale by comparison.

Here is a photo collage of a few of my memories of the unusual and different that caught my eye while in Bangkok:
the city was in mourning for their beloved king
and many buildings had a shrine in his memory
in addition to memorials of remembrance, fronts of building were draped with
black and white swags while the city remains in mourning

most buildings also have shrines similar to this one
at the entrance to our condo building for folks to stop and pray
one of several canals and speeding water taxis, probably the fastest
transport system in this gridlock city
walking along the canal
we stayed in a modern, 2-bedroom condo with the washing machine outside on
the tiny open balcony - hanging laundry was slightly unnerving at this height in case I
dropped anything over the rails
Dragonfruit, one of several new "fruity" experiences

flesh of the Dragonfruit, sweet like kiwi 
one of many very fancy malls in the shopping area
intriguing to see these hampers, filled with
British and American goodies, to welcome the new year
a mobile grocer selling fresh veggies and fruit
a tangle of electrical wires throughout the city, an
electrical engineer's nightmare
Buddhist monks, green taxis, pink taxis, motorbikes - a busy,
diverse city constantly on the move
experiencing Chatuchak Weekend Market
tempting tropical fruits, perfect for sweltering hot days
noisy and smelly Tuk-Tuk taxis
Phraya River sunset cruise to the Asiatique night bazaar 


One day the two of us toured the Grand Palace and Wat Pho Temple with the reclining Buddha. It was 96°F and I was thankful for the umbrella that Kathleen lent me, as well as a hand fan. Here we got a glimpse of royal and spiritual Thai culture, and its unique, strikingly ornate architecture.
gilded towers and spires in the Grand Palace
captivating roof lines and turrets
Wat Pho, temple of the reclining Buddha and
many more golden Buddhas
reclining Buddha, over 150 feet long and 49 feet high