Sun Valley: July 1-6, 2018



Our best boondock spot yet


Boy oh boy did we stumble upon an awesome spot. ¬†It’s so good we can’t tell you where it is, except that it’s in the Sun Valley area. ūüôā ¬†We had done our due diligence, researched boondock sites for the area, got on google earth to get a clear picture, and defined our top four spots. ¬†The spot we landed on we didn’t even know about, but a fellow traveler, who took our first spot, told us about it. ¬†While on the road, for the most part, it’s refreshing how good natured and kind hearted most people are. ¬†The same thing happened to us at the Valley of the Gods, so we naturally try to do the same, we’ll tell you in person about this site, but we are not going to send it out on the world wide web.

Again we shared the enjoyment of friends, Do√Īa, originally from San Diego, now living in Boise, came out to visit for a couple of days. ¬†And Acomb and his girl Lynn, flew out from SoCal to spend his birthday with us.

As for the mountain biking, there’s a crazy amount of steep climbs, breathtaking views, ¬†well marked trails, and a lot of gulches. ¬†And we had a couple of cold mornings for July, cold like 28 degrees outside and 43 degrees in the Airstream! ¬†And lucky Amelia, she saw a Pileated Woodpecker. ¬†The biggest woodpecker we have in North America.



One of the best signs ever. ¬†This was behind Castle’s Corner Exxon Station in Carey, Idaho.


Someone looks happy on her first ride in the Sun Valley area, Fox Creek.


Evening pic of our awesome spot.  The sunset was around 9:30pm and it would be light until 10pm.  Because of the steep mountains around us we would be in the shade at 7:30pm.


This deer seemed oblivious to us, walking around outside of our dining room window.


Adams Gulch ride, right from the get go it was climb, climb, climb.


Do√Īa & Amelia. ¬†I don’t know if it’s true or not but rumor has it they were the first women mountain bikers in San Diego.


A view of Sun Valley Ski Resort from the White Cloud Trail


Loving our public lands



Our spot was way, way down in this valley.


Amelia on the Grinder Trail in Galena.


Senate Meadows, Galena



The creek below our spot, I can’t name it because that would give away our spot.


116 years between us and a lot of stories


Lynn and Amelia, spring chickens compared to their old men


You can take the girl out of Clairemont, but you can’t take the school crossing guard out of the girl. ¬†True story, Amelia was on safety patrol at Longfellow Elementary in Clairemont. ¬†Ketchum has flags at many of the crosswalks, so we were all having fun. ¬†Some of the rich folks in their fancy SUVs had no sense of humor.


Having fun


Amelia collects heart rocks, so we had to get a picture of Heart Rock Ranch

Craters of the Moon National Monument: June 29-30, 2018


Squeezing out of the Buffalo Caves

It was nice to get Idaho Falls in the rear view mirror.  Heading towards Arco we saw antelope on both sides of the road and the Three Buttes were getting larger.

One of my classic childhood stories involved the Craters. ¬†My brother and I, to say the least, weren’t the biggest fans of our paternal grandparents, Beaumont and Mildred. ¬†It wasn’t until later we found out Mildred wasn’t even our dad’s mom. ¬†They always seemed to be around, Sacramento, Idaho Falls, and San Diego, they were close by. ¬†They wanted to see their grandkids, but when it came to taking us someplace they could only handle one of us at a time.

On this particular occasion I was the unlucky one they wanted to take on an overnight trip to the Craters. ¬†It was a hot summer day and Beaumont had the AC going full blast in his blue Chevrolet Caprice. ¬†Both of them were smoking cigarettes like chimneys, with the front windows cracked just a little for the smoke to escape, but plenty of it still engulfed me in the backseat. ¬†We spent the night at a motel in Arco, where they smoked in the room until it was lights out. ¬†The next morning we had breakfast at a diner, where they smoked straight through the meal, and then afterwards the waitress kept refilling their coffee cups and they kept smoking and sipping. ¬†I remember just wanting to yell, “Let’s go!”

We did the Craters and and then came home in the afternoon. ¬†Something happened and they had to leave which meant Eric didn’t have to go on an overnight trip with them. ¬†He was ecstatic about it, but acted like he was bummed in front of them. ¬†To make up for it they gave him $50 cash! ¬†Once they left Eric was running around laughing and shaking the money.

The park is in great shape. ¬†The rangers and volunteers do a wonderful job. At over 750,000 acres it’s big, but feels small because of what you can actually access. ¬†It is perfect for a two day visit, especially if you are lucky enough to grab one of the first come first serve spots in the 42 unit campground, which we did. ¬†The resiliency and stark contrast between the black lava and living plants is awesome. ¬†It’s an other worldly experience.

You are allowed to go unguided in any of the five caves, you just need a permit, which is free and amounts to only answering a few questions. ¬†We took a group guided tour. ¬†Which is something we usually do not do, but may have to more often because it was really fascinating. ¬†The Ranger did a great job talking about the volcanic activity and different types of lava, how they formed, and answering questions. ¬†After the guided tour of Indian Tunnel ¬†we did three more caves on our own. ¬†Well, really two and a half, we started to go into Boy Scout Cave but got the heebie-jeebies about how dark it was and how low you had to crawl through some of the passages. ¬†The iPhone flashlights are only so good, we would’ve felt more comfortable with our 800 lumens mountain biking lights.

My favorite was the Beauty Cave. ¬†It was darker than dark, but no low ceilings, and at the very back there was ice! ¬†I still can’t believe they let you trounce around in the caves unguided. ¬†Even more amazing, we never saw any graffiti.

Craters of the Moon, a really different place worth visiting.




Caves make me think of Tom Sawyer.


It can certainly be spooky in the caves if you let your mind get the best of you.

Cinder Garden of Dwarf Buckwheat, Dwarf Purple Monkeyflower, and a few Primrose Monkeyflowers


Primrose Monkeyflower, the itty bitty tiny little flowers are something else.


Dwarf Purple Monkeyflower


Dwarf Buckwheat


Huge pressure ridge

Cushion Wild Buckwheat

Wax Currant

Limber pinecone


It looks like someone splattered yellow paint all over this lichen covered rock.


The hard to photo Blue Copper Butterfly on a Cushion Wild Buckwheat

My two girls enjoying the morning sun.

Atop the Inferno Cone looking east


Southern view


Blazing Star

I once lived in Idaho Falls



I once lived in this house.


As a child you kind of live in your own world and are oblivious to your surroundings. ¬†If you are lucky you’re just a kid having fun, that was me in Idaho Falls. ¬†We moved there in the middle of 5th grade and left for San Diego at the end of 8th grade, what I consider the formative years. ¬†My recollections of that time are a lot of camping, fishing, hunting, learning to ski, and picking wild asparagus along the irrigation canals.

My Grid Kid football team (just like Pop Warner, but for some reason it was called Grid Kid in Idaho?) got to play in the Southeastern Idaho championship game on AstroTurf at the Idaho State University mini dome in Pocatello.  This is when AstroTurf was a big deal.  Our little league baseball had four teams.  The blue hats, light blue hats, red hats, and green hats.  I kid you not!  I was on the green hats.

I learned to play the trumpet and was even in the marching band.  I also remember the biting cold and having to walk to the school bus stop.  One time we all waited and waited and the bus never showed up, so we went home and school ended up being canceled.  The busses could not start in 20 below zero weather that day.

During the winter, the city would make ice skating rinks on the empty lots in the neighborhoods.  They would just snowplow the snow to form a rink and then the water truck would come by to fill it, it would freeze, and we would skate.

The last time I was in Idaho Falls was 1994, and before that 1978. ¬†In the 44 years since we moved a lot of changes have occurred in the world and Idaho Falls. ¬†My childhood memory of Idaho Falls was not meshing with what I was seeing and feeling. ¬†I guess it’s silly to think it would, but it still brought me down.

It seemed like a clean, neat little Mormon town when we lived there. ¬†What I saw was run down, dirty, and a rough crowd with a bad element. ¬†I’m sure it didn’t help that our first stop was downtown to find a place for dinner. ¬†Driving there we passed payday loan stores, vape shops, smoke shops, liquor stores, and seedy bars with rooms above. ¬†Maybe that stuff was always there, minus the vape shops, but I don’t think so.

After dinner we drove down E 17th St. ¬†The farmer’s field my brother and I used to walk through to go to Albertson’s to eat free donut holes (that’s right free, they hadn’t yet figured out yet they could sell them) was now a mile of strip centers and a Sam’s Club. ¬†Amazingly enough the Albertson’s was still there.

All the old houses on the north side of the street looked worse than their age. ¬†The backstops for the little league fields where still behind the old KID tv/radio building, but you could tell the fields haven’t been used in years.

I called my dad and told him what I saw, he confirmed my thoughts. ¬†Back when we lived there it was a clean, neat little Mormon town. ¬†I had plans to see all my old haunts but after one evening I saw enough, so we stayed around the Ririe area. ¬†And I worked on getting my head screwed back on. ¬†We didn’t go back to IF, we just drove through on our way to the next stop.



Field of mustard seed heading into Ririe


Sara chilling while we were setting up


Sunset over Ririe Reservoir


We did a short ride at this trailhead.


This part of Idaho is not known for mountain biking trails. ¬†There’s a lot of shared use with ATV’s.


Osprey are a dime a dozen along the Snake River.  So many, that special platforms are built for their nests.  This couple was making a colorful statement.


Where I learned to ski, Kelly Canyon Ski Resort. ¬†I can’t believe they are still in business! ¬†It hasn’t changed a bit, still a rinky dink four lift ski area, heck still the same old slow chairs. ¬†I guess 40 minutes from Idaho Falls is what keeps them in business.


An evening stroll on one of the docks at Ririe Reservoir.


Juniper Campground, a Bonneville County Park.  It was really quite nice, full hook ups, spacious and no mosquitoes.  It was also quiet mid week, but apparently it fills up during the weekend with loud water enthusiasts using Ririe Reservoir.


Utah’s state flower in Idaho, a Sego Lily



Grand Teton National Park: June 25-27, 2018


Teton Mountain Range

The Tetons are truly mesmerizing.

The National Park Service has a real dilemma on their hands. ¬†The most popular parks are being loved to death. ¬†The crowds overwhelm the roads, facilities, and trails. ¬†On our one hike, we saw two trails that were closed due to damage because of heavy use and were being repaired, so the sign said. ¬†You try not to let the masses impact your enjoyment, but it does. ¬†The idea of getting out in nature, at least for us, has been to escape the crowds and detox from the hustle and bustle of everyday living. ¬†I don’t know what the answer is to the problem, but they need to figure something out before we ruin these national treasures.

When we were planning this trip, even though Yellowstone is only 30 miles away, we decided to skip it because of the crowds. ¬†I’ve been there many times as a kid growing up in Idaho Falls, and Amelia once, but she was so young she only has vague recollections. ¬†Perhaps when she retires we’ll go off season, if there’s such a thing as an off season then.

Just like when we were at the Grand Canyon and Bryce, we boondocked right outside of the park boundary on national forest land. ¬†Our site was just okay. ¬†It’s become a popular boondock spot because of websites like campendium, so you’ll never be alone. ¬†The dirt road is heavily traveled and dusty. ¬†But the reason why we cut our stay short was the mosquitoes! ¬†If West Nile Virus is still a thing, then we most certainly got it. ¬†Our spoiled San Diego skin is not used to being penetrated by mosquitoes. ¬†We must be a delicacy the way they were coming after us. ¬†In the morning and evening, while taking shelter in the Airstream, the mosquitoes were outside clinging onto the screens. ¬†I have no doubt those little rat bastards knew we were inside.

Serendipitously our paths crossed with the Lynch family and they camped right next to us. ¬†It was a real treat to spend time with them. ¬†Jim used to lay tile with my brother and we haven’t seen him and his family since we left Mammoth.




A wiseman (my cousin in Tahoe) once told me there are only two seasons in the mountains, white and orange. ¬†He wasn’t kidding. ¬†We hit numerous one lane flagman situations on the drive from Park City to the Tetons.


Our spot with a beautiful field of cinquefoils and geraniums.



My favorite shot: this was our first evening about 30 yards from our campsite.


Old lady jonesing on a rawhide.


The hike to Hidden Falls with the Lynch family


Me and Jim


The Lynch family and Amelia at Hidden Falls


Play the above video!


Trying to recapture the famous Ansel Adams photograph.


Amelia, ankle deep in the Snake


Love the sign, but it doesn’t matter. ¬†People don’t pay attention. ¬†It’s frustrating as hell to come up on someone, yell at them, and get zero response.


Amelia without earbuds on the Putt Putt trail. ¬†There wasn’t anything putt putt about it.


Driving way from our spot

Jordanelle State Park, Utah: June 19-25, 2018


Every afternoon big puffy clouds would come in.


Interstate 15 in Utah has always been and still is a death alley for deer. ¬†You can hardly go 20 minutes without seeing a huge blood splatter on the road and clumps of deer hair. ¬†Then if you look over to the shoulder you’ll see a mangled dead deer.

Jordanelle State Park is located between Heber City and Park City. ¬†Thanks to a pro tip from ¬†Watsons Wander¬†we booked site #44. ¬†It felt luxurious to spend six nights at one spot with a great lake view and more space than some crowded boondock spots. ¬†We had perfect breezy weather with occasional afternoon gusts and never hot. ¬†An added bonus, the free showers had water pressure so strong you didn’t even need soap. ¬†It would blast the dirt and two layers of skin right off of you.

Some communities thrive and grow, others stagnate and die slow deaths. ¬†Park City is the former. ¬†Granted it’s been 25 years since I’ve been here, but I didn’t recognize it at all. ¬†It is now sprawling with a hoity toity upscale resort vibe. ¬†While Heber City reminded me of Bishop.

The mountain biking is stellar, and lucky us, our friend Joy lives here. ¬†She guided us on two rides, Wasatch Crest and some Mid Mountain Park City stuff. ¬†On the other three rides we did she supplied us with great intel and detailed directions. ¬†And as if all of that wasn’t enough, she invited us to a dinner party at her house. ¬†Her husband Tim did a terrific job grilling for nine people. ¬†It was a very nice evening of dining and socializing.

There were even more flowers here than Cedar Breaks.   Amelia and Sara were having a hard time with it not getting dark until 9:30pm.  The problem I was having with the extra daylight was it seemed like I should have one more beer, so I did!



Coexist, now that’s an idea.


Amelia hike-a-biking to the top of Puke Hill on the Wasatch Crest, just shy of 10,000 feet.


Wasatch Crest Trail


A Swallowtail and a Brushfoots butterfly


Loving her summer vacation


I couldn’t identify this one, but didn’t want to leave it out since it was so Dr. Seuss.


Richardson’s Geranium


Wasatch Beardtongue


Prairie Flax




Green Gentian: it can get up to six feet tall and live multiple years, but dies once it blooms.


Sticky Starwort


Finally a decent sunset


We did a little hike in the Pinebrook area up to this memorial ski lift bench.


I brought a little San Diego with us since Utah has such asinine liquor laws.


If this is what you’d imagined riding in Park City looks like, then you are correct!


Kudos for the awesome trail system!


Joy and Amelia

Cedar Breaks National Monument: June 17-19, 2018


Point Supreme 10,350 feet


Cedar Breaks lived up to our expectations.  It was uncrowded and both the scenery and high altitude were breathtaking.  We did a four mile hike to Ramparts Overlook.  There was no doubt we were no longer at sea level.  Everyone knows Amelia loves flowers, and there were flowers galore.  We were told it was still early flower season and in 2-3 weeks it would really be going off.

Unknown to us, but a known issue to Dometic, their refrigerators do not work well while on propane at high elevation.  Every few hours the flame would go out.  I guess it was a good thing this was only a two night stop.

We are off to the Park City area for some mountain biking!



Sitting pretty and getting plenty of afternoon sun for the solar panel


The meadow across from our campsite. The Spruce Bark Beetle has killed thousands of trees.


Definitely dangerous, but it’s nice not having everything fenced in.


Aspen Bluebells, these were everywhere.


Colorado Columbine





Silvery Lupine



Yellow bellied marmot enjoying the morning sun


One tough tree, Ancient Bristlecone Pine


Parry’s Primrose


Ramparts Overlook


I couldn’t identify this one.


Lanceleaf stonecrop


Cushion Phlox


Free range puggle at Lake Panguitch


Creeping Barberry



Three mile dirt road to the summit.  The Civilian Conservation Corps was a pretty amazing public work relief program.


Brian Head Peak looking down on the Cedar Breaks amphitheater




Snow Canyon State Park, Ivins, Utah: March 29 – April 1, 2018


Glamour shot for the campground brochure, site 18


Here is reality.  Asphalt with a dumpster and dump station located outside your front door.  If you go to Snow Canyon try not to get site 18.  On the plus side there was no one camping right next to us.


The campsite was a dud but you get over it quickly when you are surrounded by stunning natural beauty.  No wonder this place is often called the mini Zion.  The two parks are only 50 miles apart.  Of course, Snow Canyon is a lot smaller and not nearly the  crowd scene that is Zion.  But if you want to camp here you should make your reservations 6 months in advance.  The campground is small and only has 24 sites suitable for trailers.

We turned the campsite into a humorous situation and said things like, “The dumpster is conveniently located outside the front door.” ¬†Then instead of putting a piece of trash in the trash can under the sink, we would just walk it out to the dumpster and toss it in.

It’s kind of gross, but interesting watching everyone dump their tanks. ¬†Some people get really aggressive with the water hose. ¬†The best/funniest thing was this father and his 6 year old son doing laps on their bikes through the campground. ¬†The boy was a real talkative kid and was having a blast riding his bike. ¬†On one lap, the boy points to the dump station and asks his dad, “Do you want to go smell that?”

The dad replies, “No! Do you?”

The kid spouts, “No way! ¬†There’s probably like a 100 poopers in there!”

Amelia and I were just busting up laughing and repeating ‘poopers’ for the rest of the trip.

Snow Canyon has been a filming location in movies, including three Robert Redford movies: Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, The Electric Horseman, and Jeremiah Johnson.  The pictures we took really do not capture the beauty.

As for the biking in the St. George area, we did three rides, two which we’ve done before, Santa Clara River Reserve and Zen. ¬†The one new ride, Barrel, is next to Zen. ¬†Barrel was my favorite. ¬†In my opinion, the St. George area offers great “backyard” riding but not what I consider a destination. ¬†It’s not Hurricane.

And finally, we took the scenic route from Boulder City to Ivins along the westside of Lake Mead.  The 93 to Lakeshore Rd to Northshore Rd which turns into 167, then to the 169 past Valley of Fire State Park through Moapa Valley to the 15 for only 43 miles to the Littlefield/Beaver Dam Arizona exit.  From there east to the backdoor into Ivins via the 91.  It was a fantastically beautiful stress free drive and only about 30 minutes longer than the mind numbing I-15 from Vegas to St. George.  The only thing you miss is the Virgin River Gorge.



Amelia on petrified sand dunes


Oops!  This is actually a Silverleaf Sunray.  On the previous post, Bootleg Canyon, I made a mistake and called it a Nakedstem Sunray.  The error has been corrected.


Ah…a hot cup of Huehuetenango and the morning glow


Great Basin Rattlesnake.  A couple hiking the bottom of Zen trail almost stepped on this beauty.  When we were riding by they were pretty excited to show us.


Desert Rock Nettle


Scrambling in mountain biking gloves and shoes.  The day before we walked up the petrified sand dunes and looked down on a small canyon that really caught our attention.  So the next day we rode our bikes on West Canyon Rd, hid our bikes behind a Utah Juniper, and hiked in.  It was amazing and there was one guy climbing the rock wall with two of his friends watching and three other guys just getting ready to climb.


Basaltic lava flow


The canyon


It’s a completely different kind of person that does rock climbing


West Canyon Rd


Desert Indian Paintbrush


Barrel trail




Ready to go home


Here are four bonus pictures from a hike we did on the drive from Boulder City to Ivins. ¬†It’s in the Lake Mead National Recreation Area, a hike from the 33 Hole overlook.



Slots are cool




Bootleg Canyon, Boulder City, Nevada: March 26-29, 2018


Bootleg Canyon Welcomes You


Our second stop, Bootleg Canyon. ¬†File this under glad we went, but we probably won’t be back. ¬†It’s just not really our type of riding. ¬†Amelia found it to be unforgiving, not flowy, and somewhat intimidating. ¬†It seemed to me like a place where mountain biking trails shouldn’t exist. ¬†It was quite different from any other place we’ve been. ¬†I did get the quote of the trip from a maintenance guy in the RV park. ¬†He was probably my age but looked a lot older, and his riding days were over at least 10 years ago. ¬†When I was inquiring about the trails he said, “There’s no soft rocks up there.”

We spent 3 nights at Canyon Trail RV Park. ¬†We picked it because you can ride from the park to the trails. ¬†It was a really nice RV park, as far as RV parks go. ¬†There was only the occasional waif of cigarette smoke. ¬†And Boulder City is not Vegas, so that’s a plus in its column.

Sorry no pictures of the Hoover dam. ¬†If you haven’t taken the tour of it, you should, it’s quite fascinating. ¬†We did it a couple of decades ago.



Out yonder in those mountains are the trails of Bootleg Canyon


Amelia monkeying around, I told her remember you’re 50 now, so don’t hurt yourself!


Mother trail, typical of the lower trails


Issue on day one.  The short story is Amelia had to walk her bike out a half mile.


Day two: white caps on Lake Mead, 40 mph gusts


Brittlebush and a dark blue Lake Mead in the background


Silverleaf Sunray


Beavertail cactus flowers


Sara’s favorite spot ¬†#catdog


Our neighbor in the RV park.  Customized construction trailer with sweet graphics.  Old man winter on the left mountain.


Day three, a little elbow room since the neighbors vacated.  The wind finally died and the day was quite enjoyable, too bad the first two days were like being in a wind tunnel.


The exit from the RV park to head up to the trails.  I love the rubber ducky.


A view of Mt. Charleston and Sin City from the Caldera trail


Lake Mead view from Lower Lake View trail


It’s not all fun and games!


Awesome manhole cover

Kelso Dunes, Mojave National Preserve: March 24-26, 2018


Great boondocking spot at Kelso Dunes


For a long time now, even before the Airstream, spring break has been about going to the Hurricane/Gooseberry Mesa area for biking.  We were just there in November, so that gave us a good excuse to do something different this spring break.  So our first stop was Kelso Dunes.

When telling friends and family about our plan we were typically left with blank stares when we mentioned Kelso Dunes. ¬†Kelso Dunes is part of the Devil’s Playground within the Mojave National Preserve. ¬†It took us about 5 hours. ¬†Once we got through the unbearable Inland Empire it was an easy drive. ¬†Amelia was driving as we were going up the Cajon Summit and she blurted out, “Whoa did you see that? ¬†Two Bald Eagles just flew by!”

“Are you sure?” I responded. ¬†“I didn’t see anything.”

“Yes, I’m sure, gosh darn it.” ¬†(Only she didn’t say gosh darn it, she cussed.) ¬†“Why do you always doubt me? ¬†Plain as day, two huge raptors with white heads and tails.

A couple of hours later I was driving on the I-40 just past Ludlow, Amelia blurted out, “Oh my God, I just saw a Borrego!”

“A Bighorn sheep? ¬†Come on, are you sure? ¬†I didn’t see anything.”

“Gosh darn it yes!” ( She didn’t really say gosh darn it, she cussed again.) ¬†“Why do you always doubt me? ¬†Plain as day, it was standing a on a hill just off the road. ¬†Horns and all.”

“Riiiight….next thing you are going to tell me is you just saw an orange Orangutan.”

20 plus years and I don’t know who’s the slower learner, probably me because instead of just believing her, I tell her it’s not that I don’t believe you, it’s that I don’t believe anyone.

Once you exit the pavement off of Kelbaker Road to get to the dunes, the first 3 miles were a quasi-paved road, full of pot holes, which wasn’t bad. ¬†Then the next 1.2 miles were terrible washboard. ¬†It sure seemed like we were going slow and being careful, but when we got to our spot the TVs were swinging off the hinges, the faucet handle fell off the kitchen sink, an unknown plastic piece was on the floor, along with some small piles of saw dust. ¬†The Airstream is a lot of things, but it’s not a Sportsmobile. ¬†That kind of explains why we were the only trailer out there. ¬†Mostly it was tents, one pop-up trailer, and a few Class C motorhomes.




She didn’t see anything either on the drive.


The handle to the faucet was on the counter in the corner by the stove!



Sunrise over the Providence Mountains


Panoramic view of the morning light on the Kelso Dunes



To the right of Amelia on the horizon is the snow capped Mt. Baldy


Running down sand dunes puts a big smile on Amelia’s face



Eastern view from the top


About the same pitch as Dave’s Run


Mojave Fringe-toed Lizard


It was never warm because of a constant cold wind.  One morning it was 32 degrees!


Wind ripples


A dead Dune Primrose, as the plant dries out, the stem branches curl toward the center and produce a characteristic cage shaped skeleton called a Devil’s Lantern.



Evening light on Granite Mountains


Bladderpod Bush, we saw about 10 of these on the side of the road


Large Yellow Desert Primrose. ¬†We saw two of these and a few Desert Marigolds. ¬†Other than that there really weren’t any flowers. ¬†I don’t count the Creosote bushes.


Leaving on the washboard, driving extremely slow, like walking speed. ¬†We didn’t want a repeat of the drive into the dunes.


Agua Caliente: March 9-11, 2018


San Diego County Route S-2 heading east.  The clouds looked ominous but we only had sprinkles.


I hesitated to post this blog for the fear of it going viral and having the masses ruin it. ¬†We did the most amazing hike on Saturday. ¬†All the maps don’t name it and only one of our hiking books mentioned it. ¬†When we got home I googled it and a handful of people have posted something about it, so what the hell, why not post it.

It’s called Hornblend Canyon and starts at mile 26.1 on S-2. ¬†There’s a small pull out at the bottom of the hill on the east side. ¬†The canyon entrance is directly across the road on the west side. ¬†Kudos to R for scoping it out. ¬†His last few times out here (this is a guy who has probably spent 150 nights at Agua Caliente) he has been eyeing this wash. ¬†It’s different from most of the hikes we’ve done in Anza Borrego because it begins at 2,300 ft elevation. ¬†It’s at a transitional zone, so you see the typical desert flora at the beginning, but as you gain elevation you get to observe the changes in the plant community. ¬†It’s actually quite fascinating. ¬†We did 6 miles round trip and 1,000 feet elevation gain. ¬†Some scrambling was required. ¬†And look out for the Cat Claw shrub, it’ll reach out and scratch you. ¬†R was a bloody mess by the time we got back to the truck. ¬†If you kept going you’d eventually summit Granite Mountain.

This was our third trip to Agua Caliente with the Airstream. ¬†It’s without a doubt a place to visit mid week. ¬†The campground was packed to the gills over the weekend. ¬†Families with kids running around all over the place. ¬†Camping is a great thing for families to do, especially here since there is zero, zip, nada cell service at Agua Caliente. ¬†It’s like a throw back to another time when kids actually played and did things outside. ¬†It was quite refreshing to see.



G and R at the beginning of the Hornblend Canyon hike.  The next eight pics are from the hike.


California Juniper berries, of course R had some wisecrack about gin.


Lichen covered rock was everywhere.


Two Glorious Beetles foraging on juniper.


Sugar Bush


One of the most amazing things we’ve ever seen in Anza Borrego, vertical honeycombs from wild honey bees. ¬†Bees were flying in and out so we were a little scared to get any closer.


Arizona Dudleya, one section of the hike had dozens and dozens of them in various sizes clinging to the rock walls.


Looking down on the 10-foot-high dry water fall


At our turn around point.  Is this whole selfie craze ever going to end?


As I mentioned, there is no cell service at Agua Caliente.  You have to drive 4 miles west to this spot for reception.  I made the drive on Friday and Saturday.  I just had to know how the San Diego State Aztecs were doing in their conference tournament.  They won it and are on their way to the Big Dance!


Ocotillo bloom at our campsite


And then there’s always this guy and lucky us, he was our neighbor. ¬†The lights on his fifth wheel were bright enough to luminate his flag and the entire campground. ¬†I’ll give him this though, he was a flag etiquette guy, once he finally turned off his lights the flag came down.


Elephant Tree from our short Sunday morning hike up Torote Canyon.  Tortote is Spanish for Elephant Tree.


A windy Friday night


No dramatic sunrise or sunsets, but a beautiful view of the early morning light on Sunday.