Showing posts with label 1983. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 1983. Show all posts

April 3 (1983, 2003)
Good Days and Bad Days ~ Wilderness Quandary

4/3/83   Sun!!! And, solar energy! My new solar panel has already, in its two cloudy days and one sunny, brought the batteries back up to where I can use my tape player. Even fell asleep last night with the auto-reverse pumping watts through the upstairs speakers while I dreamt. 'Tis wonderful! Sunshine... becomes music! No noise, mess, bother”

[Russell Towle's journal]


Date: Thu, 3 Apr 2003 23:01:03 -0800
To: North_Fork_Trails
From: Russell Towle
Subject: Green Valley: Keep it a Secret?

Hi all,

Tonight I received a message from a friend, who, like not a few of my friends, is concerned that too many people will discover the North Fork American. He'd read of my Saturday hike with the Nevada County Land Trust. His message is as follows:

*******
>I'm not sure how to say this politely, but there is a difference between protecting an area and selling it out. There is a special feeling of satisfaction that comes to finding a place on your own, not quick tour into a place by a veteran. I know you want to protect these places, but sometimes I think you may be pushing the limits of exploiting them. Examples, maps on the internet and guided tours to anyone who shows intrest. If you respond as, "only the people who will go will be the people on my American River list," or "they must be exploited to be saved," doesn't cut it for me. You are aiding the "word" getting out. A place loses something when every one in the Sierra Club and their friend has been there. I knew it was only a matter of time before I had to cross that one off my special top secret places, I was hoping to have a few more years before I drew a "x" through that trail.
*******

Well, this is an issue that has concerned me, too. However, I cannot avoid the conclusion that, over recent decades, the North Fork American has had too few friends. On too many occasions a trail has been lost altogether, or a rare old patch of forest logged, or a house built which lords it over all the rest of us, and degrades the great canyon; and I was particularly galled, a couple years ago, when mountain bike interests kept most of the North Fork American RARE II Roadless Area out of Senator Boxer's Wilderness Bill.

So, on the principle that more people knowing the North Fork, mean more people loving the North Fork, and more people loving the North Fork will watch out for it and preserve it intact to challenge and inspire future generations, I have put up a few maps on my web site and led a few hikes.

On good days I please myself by thinking that all this helps the North Fork. On bad days I anger myself with fears that only the worst can result: too many people, with no increased protection.

Cheers,

Russell Towle



April 2 (1978, 1981, 1983, 2003, 2011)
Signs of Spring

4/2/78 ~ morning sun is showing for the first time in days, and fog billows extravagantly out of green valley. this morning, for the second morning in a row, there was a loud, rather sharp barking nearby, towards the green valley trail, and I suspect coyotes or foxes may have a den in the vicinity, and the pups may be the barkers.

many birds flit through the trees this morning ~ robins, jay's, flickers, acorn woodpecker, nuthatches, hummingbird…”

[Russell Towle's journal]


4/2/81 Just before dawn, the skies are clear above, clouds ring the horizon.…
We went x-c skiing Monday, to the Onion Creek area, an exhilarating day on virgin powder. Tuesday we went to Donner Ski Ranch and bought lift tickets; I practiced my telemarks all day. Slowly improve.”

[Russell Towle's journal]


4/2/83 a lovely morning ~ fog and sunlight play in the canyon, baroque music on the radio, chuckling fire in the stove.

I've been working on the tunnel, or the cave-in actually, and have made some progress, perhaps 1/20 of the material has been washed away. The water flow is subsiding, and thus not as much material can be moved.”

[Russell Towle's journal]


Date: Wed, 2 Apr 2003 13:22:06 -0800
To: North_Fork_Trails
From: Russell Towle
Subject: Meeting Date: Correction

Hi all,

Recently a dozen or so of us met to consider formation of a non-profit organization devoted to the North Fork of the American River. I mistook the date set for the next meeting. Jim Ricker and Catherine O'Riley tell me that the correct date, time etc. is

Wednesday, April 30, 7:00 p.m., Dutch Flat Community Club, Stockton Street, Dutch Flat.

At this meeting we will consider

1. What shall be the name of the corporation?
2. What is our Mission Statement?
3. What form shall the corporation take: voting, non-voting? What shall the Articles and Bylaws be?

For example, the short form of the mission statement might be something like "[Name of Organization] wishes to preserve public foot access to historic trails, and protect the wilderness and scenery of the North Fork of the American River." A longer version might mention land acquisitions, or conservation easements, or education, or influencing policy.

Other news: on Saturday, April 5th, I am leading a hike down into Green Valley, on the North Fork near Alta, for Nevada County Land Trust. Cost for non-members of NCLT is $15. We will meet at the bottom of Casa Loma Road right off the Alta exit from eastbound I-80 at 9:00 a.m. This will be a strenuous hike which may involve rain or snow.

Cheers,

Russell Towle


April 2, 2011
The snow has melted off the Hound's Tongue shoots as of April 1, and they're even harder now to notice, the colors have dulled. They don't seem to have grown in the two weeks since I first noticed and photographed them. 

Refer to the  March 31 post 
 Hound's Tongue shoots amid Kellog's Black Oak leaves.
This has been an extraordinarily rapid snow melt! Just one week ago there was 4 feet of snow on this very spot!

~ Gay, 2 April 2011


March 17 (1976, 1983, 1999, 2001, 2011)
Janet's Pool

“3/17/76    a moist air mass moved in and now, in the early-morning, the early light is scattered into a white haze to the east. there are also a few clouds. … woke this morning before dawn and watched the sunrise over and through the clouds along the sierra crest. today logan knox will bring his sawmill over to sungold and cut up a few small pine logs and a couple of middling cedar logs into lumber, lumber that i will use in building my cabin. the trees came from my dad's land; i cut them down in the process of clearing for his road over there. the cedar was a fairly large (> 3ft. diameter at base) one that had broken off about forty feet up, so rather than let it rot i cut it down for the lumber. we will cut it into one-by-twelves, i think.”

[Russell Towle's journal]


“3/17/83   Snowing. 'Tis only an inch deep, so I've plenty of time to make a run for it in the Toyota. […]

To Sacramento today, in search of solar energy? Or, the cabin, Shakespeare, Pericles of Tyre, Plutarch, naps, and cozy snow–gazing, a shower, soon. Oak for the stove: I cut firewood yesterday morning. The branches that broke last April are now dry and oh-so, all-too-burnable. Hot fire, short fire.”

[Russell Towle's journal]


March 17, 1999

… Today after [Janet and Greg] got home from school we went out to the New Pool below the Middle Spring and messed around with mud and rocks and the making of small dams. I set up a half-log of maple naturally hollowed into a kind of gutter so that water flows through the channel and drops four feet into “Janet’s Pool” (first pool below New Pool).”

[Russell Towle's journal]
 

March 17, 2001
Amazing, Tree-Climbing Wonder Dog of Moody Ridge!
Trainer: Janet Towle



"Janet's Pool", Ginseng Ravine, Moody Ridge, March 17, 2011. 

The sun came out, first time in days, highlighting the mossy rocks around the pool—
a lovely St. Patrick's Day scene.

Photo by Gay Wiseman


March 10 (1979, 1983, 1986, 1988)
Glorious Sun. Intimate Fog. Dismal Storm.

3/10/79 glorious sunny weather ~ it's been several months since we've had anything like this. everyone is happy. flocks of geese have been flying north. the other day ~ my birthday ~ i saw a flock with some smaller, white, birds tagging along. the geese were circling over the south slope of moody ridge to gain elevation in the thermal rising there and while the geese circled one way, the four or five white birds circled the other ~ surely this has some cosmic significance. the white birds may have been seagulls ~ the coyotes of the avian world ~ light and dark energy spiraling in invisible energy column ~ kundalini rising. another omen-ous event on my birthday ~ i went to visit neil and found him watching ‘lost horizons’...

[Russell Towle's journal]


3/10/83 ~ A foggy morning. Birds sing. Yesterday was warm ~ went to over 70° here at the cabin ~ the fog has a sort of maritime vibe, it's soft and warm, no wind, an intimate fog.

[Russell Towle's journal]


March 10, 1986 Another dismal storm rolls through, and keeps on threatening to snow right here on Moody Ridge. Yesterday I spent half the day getting my car unstuck, after having slid it off the road the night before trying to drive out through an inch of fresh hail. With no gravel on my little driveway, traction is limited. It was an amazingly involved process, extricating the Toyota; I had to jack it up, block under the wheels, to no avail, then jack it up more, and try to topple it off the jack in the right direction; hours and hours of muddy, strenuous work; then I turned to the firewood problem, (after moving a couple of wheelbarrow loads of gravel from the remains of the stockpile far away, down to the bad spot in the driveway); I cut down the stump of an oak that broke in the November snowstorm. It yielded fine wood, easily splittable (except that my splitting maul finally broke); and the cabin became warm, truly warm, for the first time in days.”

[Russell Towle's journal]


3/10/88 Morning;
just saw two golden eagles* playing, swooping upon one another, I raced out to the cliffs and watched, they dove right past me with an incredible rush of air, and pursued the canyon wall and their joy amid today's fresh northerlies out towards Lovers Leap, where I lost sight of them. One of them was immature enough to show white in the tail, so that I thought at first it was a bald eagle, but then I saw its head was dark, and also, better than ever before, saw the flash of gold that gives them their name around head and neck.”

[Russell Towle's journal]


*More on Golden Eagles:

Wonderful videos of Golden Eagles (Aquila chrysaetos) in flight:
http://www.arkive.org/golden-eagle/aquila-chrysaetos/video-06a.html


February 14 (1983, 2006)
Courtship. Beauty. Responsibility.

2/14/83   Morning... some high clouds but the sun has promised to shine today and I won't let it shirk its duty.

Cassandra was here yesterday and we walked out to Casa Loma as the last storm was dwindling. We saw sun and shadow, rainbows and eagles and waterfalls. We saw a pair of eagles doing ‘courtship’ flights, swooping down and sailing up.”

[Russell Towle's journal]


Late day light, 2/14/06.

February 14, 2006

An Open Letter Regarding the Destruction of Historic Trails


Dear Governor Schwarzenegger, Senators Feinstein and Boxer, Congressman Doolittle, and the Supervisors of Placer County:


I am an amateur historian and geologist, an avid hiker, and have lived here in the Dutch Flat area of Placer County for thirty years. Before then I resided near Grass Valley; but I grew up in Palo Alto. My name is Russell Towle.

I write to inform you of the destruction of our historic trails, here in Placer, Nevada, and El Dorado counties, and elsewhere in California, I fear. Please note, there are not infinitely many of these trails.

I shall often refer to Tahoe National Forest (TNF), the Bureau of Land Management (BLM), and the California Department of Forestry and Fire Protection (CDF).

Over several decades, then, I have become familiar with the rich complex of trails in this area, many dating to the Gold Rush, and some, like the Donner Trail, following, exactly, the line of a prehistoric, trans-Sierran, “Indian” trail. In such a case the trail may be ten thousand years old, or more.

On December 15, 2004, I wrote to you, Governor Schwarzenegger, about the recent (~October 2004) obliteration of parts of the historic Big Granite Trail, southeast of Cisco Grove on I-80. When a bulldozer drags huge logs directly along a historic foot-trail, that trail may as well have never existed. Such is the case here. Sierra Pacific Industries (SPI) performed a “10% exemption” harvest on some of the old “railroad” lands near Four Horse Flat, and so, their bulldozers ran wild, and I could just cry.

For here is a fine old trail, which drops 3,600 feet to the North Fork of the American River, a Wild & Scenic River, by the way, and this trail, this “Big Granite Trail,” is our only access to that river from the north, for miles up and down the great, great canyon.

I had volunteered many hours of my time to restore this Big Granite Trail, after SPI first ruined it, in 1990. Gradually, gradually, I was closing the gap. But then, SPI returned to the scene of its earlier crime. My work counted for nothing. The trail is much worse than ever before.

It cannot even be found and followed by the chief trails officer of Tahoe National Forest, David Michael. I warned him! I said, “David, you should have me along when you drive out to the trailhead; the bulldozers cut it up too badly, you will not find it.”

But David Michael, veteran of decades of trail work in our National Forests, kindly refused my offer. He went there alone, and he walked for miles; he never found the Big Granite Trail, and got lost, and finally slowly struggled up and out of Little Granite Canyon, through heavy brush.

Now, who is in charge of administering and monitoring timber harvests on private lands in California, such as these destructive harvests by SPI? CDF, of course. Is this Big Granite Trail an isolated case?

Not at all, in fact, it is all too common. It is absurdly and bizarrely common.

I shall explain.

I sent a CDF archeologist maps, Governor, and other information showing that the Big Granite Trail has always been a part of Tahoe National Forest’s (TNF) trail system, and in fact that it long predates the establishment of the Forest, in 1905.

Hence it is much like many other trails in TNF: it is older, perhaps much older, than the Forest itself. The Forest inherited a system of pre-existing trails. TNF rangers used to patrol these trails. They blazed the giant pines along these old-time mountain paths with the “small i” blaze of the Forest Service, a vertical rectangle of two by six inches, with a square of two by two inches above.

I have examined Tahoe National Forest maps dating from 1928, 1939, 1947, 1962, 1966, 1985, 1995, and 2005, and exhaustively analyzed the trail system depicted on these maps, comparing them, also, to USGS maps of various ages, and to the General Land Office maps, which form the basis for our cadastral survey, and thus for the legal description of land parcels.

I have used GPS and computers to transfer the courses of trails as depicted on maps a century and more old, onto digitized and georeferenced topographic maps, then uploading “waypoints” marking a trail to my GPS unit, and then, following that trail, on the ground, here in the Sierra.

This is only to say that I have been reasonably thorough. For thirty years I have not stopped learning the histories of these many trails. I have gleaned accounts of them from California’s old newspapers, from magazine articles in Bret Harte’s “Overland Monthly,” from diaries, and from the people who once walked them freely—before our National Forests became the handmaidens of the timber industry, and CDF began to pretend that the ancient paths simply do not exist.

You might well ask, “Why is GPS needed to find and follow a historic trail? Surely the Forest Service has signs which mark the trail, its beginning, its end?”

The answer is that many, many of our historic trails have been utterly obliterated by timber harvests. The old Forest Service signs mysteriously disappeared during these timber harvests. The trees which once held blazes were cut down and hauled away. The very bulldozer which dragged the blazed trunks away, also ruined the trail they once marked.

Even with GPS, it can be difficult to follow one of these ruined historic public trails.

By far the majority of these destructive harvests have occurred on private lands, and the majority of these in turn, on the old “railroad” lands, granted to the Central Pacific Railroad (CPRR) by President Lincoln, in 1862 and 1864 (although actual title was not transferred, for a few years after, in many cases).

The railroad land grants left a “checkboard” pattern of land ownership, the CPRR being granted every other square mile, the odd-numbered “sections,” for twenty miles to either side of the railroad.

Within a radius of five miles of the Big Granite Trail, which, please recall, was itself severely damaged, first about 1990, then again in the fall of 2004, the following historic Forest Service trails have been destroyed, since 1970:

1. Sugar Pine Point Trail.
2. Big Bend-Devils Peak Trail.
3. Big Valley Trail.
4. Mears Meadow Trail.
5. Monumental Creek Trail.
6. China Trail, South.
7. Burnett Canyon Trail.

I do not mention those other trails which, in the course of time, have become roads, since I think it reasonable that timber be harvested, and roads built to harvest that timber.

On the other hand, I believe there must be limits. We do not, should not, make roads, everywhere; we do not, should not, harvest timber, everywhere. And when we do harvest timber, we must take care to protect historic trails. And I believe we have already far exceeded reasonable limits, in Tahoe National Forest, and elsewhere, building thousands of miles of roads into the very mountain wonderlands once reached only by trail.

Now, although Four Horse Flat, along the Big Granite Trail, is entirely within the boundary of Tahoe National Forest (see attached map), it is railroad land. And these railroad lands were all sold off, around 1985, and SPI has obtained the lion’s share of these hundreds of thousands of acres.

Being private land, timber harvests are administered by CDF. I have been trying to talk to CDF about historic trails for many years, and have met a baffling bureaucracy.

Suffice it to say that CDF routinely signs off on timber harvests which obliterate historic public trails. It is vandalism and mischief on the highest scale.

And private property is common, in Tahoe National Forest. Hence there has been widespread vandalism and mischief.

Perhaps one of the more distressing aspects, is that many private parcels within TNF boundaries are patented mining claims; and whether hard-rock claims,or placer claims, ultimately, way back when, the ore was run through a sluice box, charged with mercury.

Hence we lost some bit of The Commons, say, in 1872, say, when a claim was “patented,” and the owner polluted our rivers and streams, and the newly-patented parcel itself,with mercury (used to trap fine gold); so now We the People are cursed down to the umpteenth generation by the poisonous mercury, and the present owner of the property decides to harvest timber, and subdivide, and sell; and there goes yet another historic trail.

Now, Governor, Senators, Congressman Doolittle, Supervisors: You should know that I believe that We the People, the Public, long ago acquired a “prescriptive right” to use these historic trails, and follow them across private property, wherever it is met. These trails not only pre-date the establishment of Tahoe National Forest, they pre-date the railroad land grants of the 1860s.

Within the context of both Common Law, and case law, as in Gion vs. the City of Santa Cruz, such trails have long since obtained the status of public trails; they are, in the abstract, “public highways,” even though they are mostly only foot trails.

So, by my philosophy, We the People already have the right to use these historic trails; they are historic public trails.

However, returning to the Big Granite Trail, I discovered, only last summer (2005), that it is not only a public trail by virtue of a prescriptive right, but that We the People, the United States of America, have a deeded easement on this trail!

It is dated to 1950, but survey notes reveal that Tahoe National Forest began the process of securing easements on its historic trails at least as early as 1946.

Well might the Tahoe have been concerned, in 1946, and it no doubt was concerned about its trails, in 1905; for, because of the railroad land grants, and the checkerbaord pattern of alternating private and public sections, most every trail in Tahoe National Forest crosses from public to private land, again and again. It would not take a genius to foresee problems.

Of course, TNF rangers, until about 1960, were in complete accord with my opinion, that these old trails are public trails. That could never be an issue, the rangers must have thought; anyone and everyone could see, and all knew that these trails were public trails, no matter which section of railroad land, or which patented mining claim, a given trail might cross.

Howsoever. Having obtained deeded easements on many historic trails, did Tahoe National Forest act to protect and maintain these trails?

Since about 1960, no. One might almost consider Tahoe National Forest, today, to be an enemy of its own trail system. It’s doing a bang-up job of letting OHVs run wild everywhere, but a terrible job of protecting our historic foot trails.

You should know that when a Timber Harvest Plan (THP) is submitted to CDF, by SPI, let us say, involving lands within or adjacent to TNF boundaries, that THP is copied to TNF. Hence TNF had all due notice when SPI’s initial Four Horse Flat THP was approved, in about 1990; this resulted in the first episode of destruction of the Big Granite Trail. SPI bulldozers ran wild over the pretty path.

Did a TNF ranger meet with SPI’s Registered Professional Forester (RPF), to try to avoid damage to the trail?

No.

Did CDF require that SPI avoid damaging the trail?

No.

So. Here is one of the best trails in Tahoe National Forest. There is no sign at the trailhead. There is no sign at the river. If you try to talk with someone employed by TNF about this trail, as I have many times, you will be lucky if one of their “recreation officers” has even heard of it, much less, ever walked on it.

And of course, TNF does nothing to maintain the trail.

Nothing.

Once upon a time, TNF maintained this trail, and worked hard to protect public access to this trail.

That was then, this is now.

I wrote letters to Tahoe National Forest, and to you my Senators and Representative, urging that LWCF money be allocated so that this Section 9, T16N R13E, among others, could be purchased from SPI, and transferred to TNF.

I had hopes that Four Horse Flat could be bought before any future timber harvests further wrecked this remarkable area; but in the fall of 2004, SPI entered Four Horse Flat and performed a “10% exemption” harvest.

The very trail which TNF had not troubled to maintain, to sign, to protect in any way, was damaged even further, so that even those familiar with it, like me, could not easily follow it, or could not follow it at all.

It is a shame, and an utter disgrace, but remember, the Big Granite Trail is only typical; please realize, the same scenario has been played out on many another old trail, in the past two decades, since the railroad lands were sold, and SPI came into possession.

I complained bitterly to CDF about the 2004 damage to the Big Granite Trail; I complained to you, personally, Governor. You were kind enough to forward my letter to CDF’s Director, Dale Geldert, who then wrote to me, on February 22, 2005.

Mr. Geldert asserted that CDF “... does recognize the importance of protecting historically important features such as historic trails.”

Mr. Geldert is so very wrong, Governor. CDF has presided over the rampant and inexcusable destruction of our old trails.

CDF is so skewed towards protecting the “rights” of lumber companies such as SPI, that it would not know a historic trail, if one rushed up and bit CDF on the butt.

For instance, when I spoke with CDF archeologist Rich Jenkins (a fine man, by the way), about a THP involving the historic town-site of Lost Camp, here in Placer County, near Blue Canyon, and its associated historic trail, the China Trail, leading from Lost Camp to the North Fork of the North Fork of the American River, and asked whether CDF was requiring any special treatment of the China Trail, inasmuch as it is a historic public trail, Rich told me, “If it is not on the National Register of Historic Trails, we cannot offer it any protection.”

He explained, then, Governor, and Senators, and Representative, and good Supervisors, why our historic China Trail is not a Historic Trail.

Wendell Towle Robie, a Placer County Republican, tried hard to protect Lost Camp and the China Trail, decades ago. But he is long gone from this world. And the 590 acres of land there, old patented mining claims, passed to Siller Brothers Lumber Company.

I remember scouting the area, trying to understand the Lost Camp THP; and at the top of the China Trail, I found flagging tied to a small cedar by the Registered Professional Forester (RPF), with the words, “trail,” on the flagging.

“Wonderful!” I thought, “they are going to protect the China Trail! Lost Camp will be destroyed, but the China Trail will live!”

How wrong I was! That flagging marked a bulldozer skid trail. That flagging meant the utter end and obliteration of the China Trail. That is, Lost Camp would be destoyed, and the China Trail would be destroyed!

At that time (2003), I did not know that Tahoe National Forest has a deeded easement on the China Trail. I did know, from my old maps and explorations, that the southern half of the China Trail, from the North Fork of the North Fork, up onto Sawtooth Ridge, had already been obliterated by logging; but I did not know that TNF had an easement on the entire China Trail, both north and south of the river.

Of course, Tahoe National Forest no longer maintains the China Trail; there are no signs, and it does not even appear on TNF maps, any longer.

Yet it is, or rather, was, one of the finest trails in Placer County!

Half of it is left mostly intact. For now. Siller Brothers have not yet executed their CDF-approved THP. The bomb has not yet dropped on Lost Camp.

However, I must return again to the Big Granite Trail, for a related subject.

An archeologist of my acquaintance, John Betts, often works for CDF. He met with SPI’s Registered Professional Forester and CDF staff, for a tour of the newly-damaged section of the Big Granite Trail, in the summer of 2005. While they walked among the bulldozed mounds and craters where the trail once led, large logs and boulders blocking their way at every turn, the RPF remarked that, quite honestly, SPI wished the hikers would just go away, and never come back.

Honesty is refreshing.

It is true that the terms of the 1950 easements, deeded to the United States from the Southern Pacific Land Company, explicitly state that if a given trail is abandoned for five years, the easement becomes null and void.

Hence, if SPI, let us say, wishes that hikers will in fact “go away, forever,” it might purposely bulldoze the line of some old trail, and cut down the trees with blazes, and remove the TNF signs. If hikers cannot even find a trail, the easement will lapse.

I hate “conspiracy theories.” Having said that, why is it that I observe, time and time again, that SPI bulldozers have used the exact line of a historic trail, with its old Forest Service blazes, as one of their principal skid trails?

The result is the complete obliteration of the trail.

I have seen this in Tahoe National Forest; I have seen it in Eldorado National Forest.

CDF administers these SPI harvests. Yet CDF seems stuck in a dream of its own supposed achievements, in protecting archeological sites. CDF imagines a happy world in which the noble RPFs share archeological findings with CDF personnel, and that this or that Indian village site, or group of petroglyphs, will be protected from undue damage.

Ha!

In the meantime, CDF pretends that our historic trails do not exist.

Strangely, Tahoe National Forest also pretends the historic trails do not exist. TNF rangers scarcely ever set foot on these trails, not to speak of performing any maintenance. Their budget will not allow it, or so they tell me. They have many “ologists”: biologists, geologists, archeologists, who must study the various Forest “projects” and devise ways to avoid environmental damage. This requires long hours sitting before a computer. But if we seek the good old-time rangers who would actually handle a shovel or a saw and do some honest work, well, that was then.

This is now.

You may be certain that a wealth of bureaucratic explanations exist, much after the fashion of FEMA, for why CDF and TNF so utterly betray the public trust.

In order that SPI can harvest timber by the most industrial methods, scorning recreational uses such as trails, scorning scenic resources, scorning erosion on the grand scale, using illegal alien work crews (“pineros”), CDF and TNF look the other way.

Now, having said too much, I must continue.

I have presented the picture of historic trails in Tahoe National Forest, increasingly obliterated by timber harvests on private inholdings.

But what of historic trails outside the Forest Boundary?

What of the other standard methods We the People lose a historic trail: the gate, the “no trespassing” sign, the real estate subdivision?

To the west, roughly, “below the snow,” as it were, are many other old trails, and much less in the way of public land, although the Bureau of Land Management administers large holdings in the Sierra foothills.

Here are many Gold Rush era trails, often giving access to the various rivers, dropping down and down into steep canyons.

For instance, near Gold Run, in Placer County, on I-80, are many old trails. To the south is the so-remarkable North Fork American Wild & Scenic River; but how to get to it? How to enjoy it, to see it, to admire it? In 1978, Congress created the “Gold Run Addition” to the North Fork American Wild & Scenic River, so that a “portal” for public access could be formed at Gold Run, taking advantage of the several historic trails, and the proximity to I-80.

There are large BLM holdings in the Gold Run area, near and within the great canyon of the North Fork American. This abundance of public land also favored the idea of a “portal” to the Wild & Scenic River.

Congress directed the Department of Interior to acquire the private inholdings within the Gold Run Addition boundaries. But no land was acquired; the owners were not willing sellers.

No signs were placed, no trails marked. The Fords Bar Trail, from Gold Run, south to the North Fork American River, and beyond to Iowa Hill, was gated closed in 1985, and then Placer County approved a subdivision at the trailhead. Following this (2005), still another old trail was blocked, “We the People” being denied access to our own BLM lands, because the humble little forest road crossed ten feet of the newly-subdivided private property, beside Garrett Road.

So, rather than becoming a portal for public access to the North Fork American Wild & Scenic River, as Congress intended in 1978, public access has been lost since then, no land has been acquired, and not one sign placed marking a trail, nor any one trail even maintained.

The private inholdings within the Gold Run Addition are for sale right now, and are being considered for purchase by a party who would make this large tract of open space a “private reserve,” and keep We the Public out, forever.

The Bureau of Land Management has no funds with which to purchase these lands.

That is a little of the sad story of Gold Run’s old trails; but quite generally, private land owners have been routinely allowed to close historic trails, here in Placer County.

Again, they are all public trails, in my opinion.

It is common for these old trails to begin on the canyon rim, on private property, and then pass quickly onto public land, such as BLM or TNF, as they enter the North Fork canyon.

In fact, historically, despite public or private ownership, all of Placer County “above the snow” and all of its many canyons, “below the snow,” formed a part of our Commons.

The residents of Placer County saw the trails problem emerge after the Second World War, when many new residents began to move here. One old road after another, one old trail after another, was being gated closed, with “no trespassing” signs, just as is happening right now on the historic Dutch Flat Donner Lake Wagon Road, up near Donner Lake, or out on Garrett Road in Gold Run.

The Commons was shrinking, and shrinking quickly.

So, in 1953, the Placer County Supervisors passed a “Trails Ordinance” which decreed that every trail or road depicted on existing USGS maps, was a public, County road or trail, and provided misdemeanor-type penalties for blocking any such road or trail.

A list of sixty specific trails, including the Big Granite Trail and the China Trail, formed a part of the Ordinance.

Within minutes of its passage, suit was filed in superior Court, in Auburn, to stop Placer County from enforcing the Trails Ordinance. The suit was filed on behalf of large landowners, mainly in eastern Placer County.

I do not know the outcome of the case, but private property appears to have prevailed, for in 1954 the Trails Ordinance was rescinded, and another much weaker ordinance replaced it.

Now, subsequent legal developments and precedents, such as embodied by Gion vs. the City of Santa Cruz [1970, 2 Cal. 3d29], suggest that each and every trail listed in the 1953 Ordinance, easily met the legal criteria for a public trail.

Our grandparents would never have stood for the closure of these trails; nay, our great-grandparents strongly questioned whether the CPRR should ever have been given so much land, and thus be entrusted with so much of the futures, of Placer, Nevada, and El Dorado counties. Our parents knew the value of these trails, and fought for them: notice that Tahoe National Forest obtained its easements in 1950, and that Placer County’s Trails Ordinance was enacted in 1953.

Those were the good old days, when rangers still patrolled and maintained the trails, so when a private property owner tried to close the road to the Green Valley Trail, near Dutch Flat, TNF rangers responded quickly, and made them remove the gate.

For TNF was protecting the public interest, and the public trust, and the Commons.

That was the 1950s; this is now.

I have told you, briefly, about the plight of our historic trails. I have blamed TNF, CDF, BLM, and SPI; I have blamed Placer County, and by implication, Nevada and El Dorado counties, for they have allowed similar widespread closures of old roads and trails.

I also blame the Sierra Club, and other environmental organizations, for falling down on the job, and not paying closer attention to the terrible destruction which has taken place, year by year by year.

I blame you, my elected representatives.

And I blame myself, for not adequately communicating the situation to you, my representatives.

For, I wish to trust that, knowing the truth, my elected representatives will act in an honorable manner, and do the right thing.

The acquisition of private inholdings in Tahoe National Forest, and also outside the Forest, at Gold Run and Lost Camp and many other places, shall form a principal part of the solution.

We must also pay very close attention to the disposition of the PG&E lands in the Sierra, under the terms of their bankruptcy settlement. Here are many opportunities to preserve the Commons.

And we must forbid further destruction and closure of historic trails.

From a practical standpoint, and speaking the truth, this will mean we must disappoint any number of realtors, disappoint loggers, and also disappoint people who have purchased a parcel, assuming that now, as always, anything goes, and any trail or road may be closed, and any house built, and anywhere.

That is, we must have zoning and land use laws which severely limit or even exclude residential uses, in many areas.

This will become the crucial point; on this we must all, always, disagree (I mean, it is so inherently contentious, we could never agree on all points), but please remember, what is the net result we can expect, from continuing our business as usual?

I cannot imagine any of us would like that answer. How many more old trails are you willing to sacrifice? How much more open space, how much wildland? While our population grows, out of control!

What—as our population grows bigger and bigger, we need fewer and fewer trails, fewer and fewer places to hike and to camp?

Of course not. We can’t afford to lose any more trails at all. We can’t afford to give away any more camp sites.

I would like to ask you all, what good is a trail, such as the Big Granite Trail, if it remains open, but due to logging, is so ugly and scarred, that no one would even want to hike there? The people who used to camp in Four Horse Flat, like Lee and Anne DeBusk of Alta, who carved their names into the aspen trunks there, in the 1950s—would they want to camp there, today?

For it is not just that a bomb, nay, a mile of bombs, were dropped on the Big Granite Trail. It is also that roads and log landings scar so much of Four Horse Flat, which, a few years ago, was primeval wilderness!

Oh, it was just one of the glories of old Placer County, of which there were many, and so many fine trails connected them, and one could walk and fish and hunt for weeks on end, going from Lake Tahoe on the east, into the meadowy upper canyons on the west, and thence into the trout-haunted wilds of the deepling gorges, like the North Fork, the one and only American River Canyon.

Yes, Lee DeBusk knew the Big Granite Trail well. His family owned the Lost Emigrant Mine, south of the Royal Gorge, but lived “below the snow” in Weimar, and in the spring, when they performed their “assessment work,” Lee and his brother Wilbur would lead pack mules south over the snow from Cisco, on Highway 40, passing Huysink Lake, and on down the Big Granite Trail, crossing the North Fork at a ford, with the aid of a cable, then on up the main canyon on other old mining trails, to Wabena Creek and the 3000-foot climb to the Lost Emigrant Mine.

Then came the Korean War, and like other sons of Placer County, the DeBusk sons went away to fight, and die.

Wilbur DeBusk was blown into small pieces, when his unit stayed behind to cover a U.S. retreat, before rapidly advancing Chinese forces.

Wilbur DeBusk never knew the joy of hiking the Big Granite Trail again.

How could he guess that the very trail, where he would often see and greet the friendly Tahoe National Forest rangers, on patrol, cutting fallen trees off the path—that very same trail would be willfully wrecked by bulldozers, and Four Horse Flat, with its aspens and lush meadows, transformed into a mess of logging roads and log decks?

Lee survived the Korean War, and married Anne. Together they hiked the wonderful old trails of Placer County. They left their names on the graceful aspen trees, beside the inscriptions of the Basque shepherds. They hiked all the trails, like the Big Granite Trail, like the recently-obliterated Long Valley Trail, like the Heath Springs Trail, running west down the North Fork American from the famous Old Soda Springs.

Of course, Lee and Anne did this before the wealthy few who comprise the “North Fork Association” closed this lovely canyon trail, which is part of a trans-Sierran route which crosses Four Horse Flat, as it happens, some miles to the west. This Heath Springs Trail, a historic and public trail, a part of the Tahoe National Forest trail system as depicted on its maps down to almost the present day, is now littered everywhere with the most officious of custom-made “no trespassing” signs, and patrolled by North Fork Association “streamwalkers,” to keep We the People out.

They say that North Fork Association members are very very well-connected, politically; very rich, very powerful.

Did Tahoe National Forest act to protect the public’s interest on this historic, public, Forest Service trail, a crucial east-west link in a trans-Sierran route?

No.

For goodness’ sake, people once made their livings guiding tourists on these very same trails, now buried beneath SPI’s logging slash, now littered with “no trespassing” signs and blocked by gates!

Yes, Four Horse Flat was a wondrous place. But it is also within odd-numbered Section 9, hence, President Lincoln gave Four Horse Flat to his political ally Leland Stanford, and then it went to the Southern Pacific Land Company, and finally, to Red Emerson’s Sierra Pacific Industries.

I suggest that we must more carefully manage our timber harvests, not just with a view to protecting our old trails, but also to protecting the scenic resources, and forested, wildland ambience, these very trails provide to us.

I mean that, yes, we not only make the lumber companies keep their bulldozers off the trails themselves, but we require them to leave an unharvested buffer zone along the trail, and protect scenic resources generally. They, the lumber companies, will not like this, but I say, it must become a part of the cost of doing business, here in California.

Please note, for instance, that SPI could have harvested the very same trees in winter, with ten feet of snow on the ground, and never touched the forest floor with even one bulldozer’s blade, and thus never touched the Big Granite Trail. All yarding of logs would have been over snow.

There are ways to walk lightly on the land, even when harvesting timber!

Governor, I know you wish to make California better suited to business, and I sympathize with your goal, and I support that goal.

The question is, how? How do we do it? And how do we make California a better place for legitimate business, while calling a halt to the illegitimate business of wrecking our old trails, our high country, and our canyon country, which have always formed a part of the “Commons” of Placer County in particular, and California generally, here in the Sierra Nevada?

One thing which comes quite immediately to mind, is that we must fix CDF. The pretense that historic trails are not Historic Trails, and hence cannot be protected, must end. And this end must be monitored to avoid further damage.

I do not trust SPI any farther than I can throw one of their bulldozers. We all must worry when so much of our heritage, so much of our open space and wildlands, and so many of our trails, have fallen under their control.

This is a company quite devoted to the bottom line, and to purely industrial timber operations, and thus its work force is now dominated, so far as I can observe, since I see them myself, in the woods, by Mexican laborers.

It will require a vigilant CDF, to restrain a rapacious SPI.

Land acquisition is so very important, whether we speak of our National Forests, or the Bureau of Land Management; Four Horse Flat, or Gold Run. We need to make many, many acquisitions.

The Land & Water Conservation Act must be much more fully exploited, to acquire these many private inholdings.

It is remotely possible that Congress, were it aware of this emergency, and this ongoing destruction of a recreational and scenic and wildland resource of truly National significance, might even act to qualify the railroad land grants of President Lincoln, and help turn back the clock, and ensure that a fair, and therefore low, price is paid, to SPI and others, for the return of our lost Commons.

Hoping, then, that you, my representatives, will awaken to a sense of urgency, as our population grows so very quickly, and the Commons of California disappears day by day, and hoping also you know, that we never could afford to give away our historic trails in the past, and still less can we afford to do so, now—in these hopes I am,

Sincerely,



Russell Towle
P.O. Box 141
Dutch Flat, CA 95714



February 5 (1981, 1983, 1997, 2002)
French Toast Mountaineering Club; and “Inca Ski Jump Ridge”

2/5/81   Before dawn. ... C & G & S & I went to the Pinnacles of Giant Gap a week ago or so. Saw many eagles & noteworthy things.”


the Dutch Flat Chapter of the  

French Toast Mountaineering Club

makes an ascent on skis of... Castle Peak!*

2/5/83   Morning. The penniless condition persists, but I did manage to go X-C skiing yesterday. Steve Rafferty and I ascended Castle Peak and finished skiing down in the starlight. Steve fell a bunch of times trying to telemark (and succeeding occasionally) but we both had a good time. Should have left the mountain earlier. What was a kind of delicate cornflake slush on the way up through lovely, open, juniper-dotted expanses, became breakable crust in starlight. Miserable stuff to turn in. Lovely clouds wafted by in the sky, cumulus, lenticular clouds, cirrus.”

[Russell Towle's journal]


Ray-traced depiction of the North Fork American River canyon derived from digital elevation data.
Giant Gap is at the bottom, Green Valley just beyond. The Sierra Crest ridge is in the far distance.
Rendered by Russell Towle,
February 5, 1997
 

Date: Tue, 5 Feb 2002 08:42:32 -0800
To: North_Fork_Trails
From: Russell Towle
Subject: Brief Adventure

Hi all,

Yesterday the intrepid Catherine O'Riley and I made a late start on a Gold Run adventure. Our objective: the curious ridge dividing Canyon Creek from Indiana Ravine, which springs from the north wall of the North Fork canyon, plunges steeply, then levels off about 700 or 800 feet above the river, before plunging even more steeply to the cliff-bound rapids below. This ridge is quite conspicuous from other viewpoints around the canyon, as from the Canyon Creek Trail itself, or, say, from Lovers Leap. [This is the "Diving Board", as mentioned in other posts.]

We parked at the end of Garrett Road at the BLM gate and followed the old road down to the Secret World where the stone cabin stands. Scrambling up the east side of the pit we passed the reservoir with its huge dry-laid stone wall, at the terminus of the Indiana Hill Ditch, and followed the ditch's mossy berm as it wound through the live oaks and manzanita. Guessing at an appropriate point to break away southward and seek the strange ridge, we soon found the remains of an old human trail winding down the slope, steeply in places. The ridge blends into the general slopes at this upper level, but as soon as it began to have some slight topographic definition, we noticed a curious groove or trench running directly down its summit.

Having seen such grooves often enough before, I knew that a heavy object or objects had been dragged down this ridge, undoubtedly something to do with mining gold.

Patches of brush along the crest of the nascent ridge forced us downslope to the east, into the refuge of stands of Canyon Live Oak, shady enough to suppress shrubs, but each time we returned to the ridge crest, there we'd find the trench again, and some unequivocal sign of an old human trail. The ridge began to get sharper and more rocky, and suddenly, although blocked in many places by shrubs and tree branches, we found ourselves following a most amazing stretch of trail.

Here the miners, in order to facilitate the movement of the heavy objects farther south along the ridge, had been forced to build up a trail on the steep west face of the ridge, which here had sharpened to a single wedge of rock. Large dry-laid stone walls bolstered a trail often four feet wide. Occasionally we were forced off this trail by huge dead buckbrush bushes. With Catherine's little saw I cut several branches back, but a lot needs to be done to open this old trail up properly.

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 Soon after this remarkable section of the ridge, we found ourselves on the level part of its crest, in a lovely glade of live oaks, with views to the east, not only of Giant Gap, of Lovers Leap and the Pinnacles, but of the snow peaks fifteen or so miles away, east of Yuba Gap, at the head of the North Fork of the North Fork; but we also gained unobstructed views of the Big Waterfall on Canyon Creek, the Canyon Creek Trail itself, the Terraces, and the trail to the Big Waterfall from the Terraces. To the west we could see Pickering Bar and the inter-fingering spur ridges in the canyon down to and past Fords Bar. We could also see Roach Hill, at the head of the Blue Wing Trail, near Iowa Hill.

Here the trail seemed to end. However, we saw faint suggestions of its continuation on the west side of the ridge, and unequivocal signs of an old trail on the east side of the ridge, which latter we followed for a ways; it appeared, from its steepish gradient and its tendency to bear westward, to be making for the river near Pickering Bar.

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Considering that both Indiana Ravine to the west and Canyon Creek to the east had once been fitted with extensive systems of sluice boxes and undercurrents for extracting the fine gold from the tailings of the hydraulic mines, it seemed likely to me that this ridge had been used to drag sawed lumber down to the level part of the ridge, whence it could be dragged more or less directly down the slope to either side. As for the continuation of the trail on the east side of the ridge, this to me seemed less likely to have been an artifact of the sluice box construction and maintenance, and more likely to be a vestige of an older, Gold-Rush-era trail.

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So it was a great adventure to find these old trails and the lumber slide and the tremendous viewpoints. We even found some California Milkmaids in bloom right up on the summit. The hike out was middling strenuous, and we were running about half an hour late when we reached Catherine's truck. My kids were only a little miffed when I finally picked them up at school. It would have been nice to spend the afternoon out there, exploring around, but, well, another day. For my own part I could not stop thinking about that little diving-board ridge, or ski-jump ridge, or whatever one should call it, for the rest of the day.

Catherine kept on trying to come up with a good name for this ridge. She doesn't like Diving Board Ridge. She suggested Ridge of the Lost Trail. The rock work along part of the trail was so impressive, I thought of the Incas. Maybe Inca Ski Jump Ridge. Doesn't that have a sufficiently noble and poetic aspect?

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January 30 (1976, 1978, 1983, 1985, 2006)
Geologic History and Weather Phenomena
of Green Valley and Giant Gap

1/30/76 ~ have salvaged a good deal of wood from the little cabin, and also about a hundred and thirty feet of 3/4" pvc pipe ~ should be handy for piping spring water to my cabin-to-be at canyonland. made a trip over to the gracie stamp mill today and extricated 3 six, eight, and fourteen foot six by six; also a twelve foot six by eight. there may be a couple more timbers that i can glean from the pile.

[...]

i should inventory my wood supply now and begin delineating a design to use it. perhaps i'll go out to my land tomorrow and clear a space to stack it all, so i can begin moving it out there.”

[Russell Towle's journal]


1/30/78 mid-day. another sunny one. i love it. worked a couple of days burning brush up in the meadow.”

[Russell Towle's journal]


1/30/83  Saturday morning, it is snowing heavily, and soon i should go move my Toyota closer to freedom: that is, closer to a plowed road. [...]

[Russell Towle's journal]


1/30/85   A sunny morning. Blobs of snow adorn the canyon walls, and a rosy hue prevails.

I have not been writing much lately, but the past few days have brought some nice moments; it has been a bit stormy, I have been working on Ed Stadum's garage [in Squires Canyon, Dutch Flat], and have seen large flocks of robins going one way and another, with smaller birds mixed in. The ratio was something like robins 7, small birds 1. Ed thought the small guys were hummingbirds, but I'm sure they weren't.

A couple of days ago I saw a bobcat walk past the cabin; and at Ed's yesterday, I saw a fox.

It snowed down to 2000' Monday (day-before-yesterday), and I went up to Sugar Bowl for the afternoon. Rich works there, and got me in for free. On our first run together, down Chute 2 on Lincoln, I managed to crash headfirst into a tree. Got the side of my head, especially just above the ear: ouch. Almost knocked unconscious.

The only concrete result of the petition I circulated last year has been the enactment of zoning to establish a setback on houses from the canyon edge near Lovers Leap. A very small step forward.

[...]

I have been out skiing with Kelley again this year. We've gone out many times, and I've been out many times beyond that, for a personal total of perhaps twenty times this season.”

[Russell Towle's journal]


Geologic History and Weather Phenomena
of Green Valley and Giant Gap
[North Fork Trails blogpost, January 30, 2006 (originally titled, “Visit to Green Valley”):
I have written so many times about Green Valley, that I hesitate to repeat myself, in order to develop context for remarks about the geologic history there.

Briefly, then, Green Valley is a wider-than-usual reach of the North Fork canyon, where it crosses, at about a right angle, the weak serpentine of the Melones Fault Zone. To the west, the soaring cliffs and pinnacles of Giant Gap (a different and stronger kind of rock, there) seem to shut off Green Valley from the world at large: how often the storms stall over the high country, while lower in the foothills, the sun has breached the clouds: so brooding showers and storm-wrack hover over Green Valley, while in Giant Gap, the fog glows gold and shafts of light from a westering sun burnish the dark cliffs.

It happens that Pleistocene-age sediments, glacial outwash deposits, are abundant in Green Valley, and were vigorously mined. The sediment load of the North Fork would climb well above the river's ability to transport it, during times of glacial maxima, of which there have been many, even within the last hundred thousand years.

Many?

Sediment cores from Owens Lake, at the south end of the Owens Valley, east of the High Sierra, which during glacial maxima, overflowed south through a systems of rivers and lakes, into Death Valley—sediment cores reveal no fewer than sixteen episodes of glacial maxima, within the last 52,000 years.

Yet we only have a name for the last few maxima, from about 25,000 to 10,000 years ago: we call it the Tioga glaciation; and we treat these several maxima as one episode.

Many of the outwash deposits in Green Valley are pre-Tioga, but none have been dated with certainty. Some might be what are called Tahoe I, others, Tahoe II, in age, respectively, about 120,000 and 60,000 years ago. Some might be Sherwin in age, about 750,000 years.

It so happens, too, that many relict channels exist to either side of the present river. Some of these were worked by ground sluicing, others by full-on hydraulic mining, and some could only be reached by tunnels. For in these channels is gold.

Imagine that during a glacial episode, the North Fork's sediment load is so extreme that the canyon fills to a depth of 200 feet above the "natural" river level, with boulders and sand etc. washed down from the North Fork glacier, miles up the canyon.

A flood plain exists within Green Valley, a mile long and half a mile wide. The North Fork meanders back and forth across this plain. At any one time, it follows some particular sinuous course. If we had a time-lapse movie spanning a thousand years, or better yet, a few thousand years, we'd see the course of the river, over the Green Valley glacial outwash floodplain, whip back and forth like a snake.

From study of existing temperate-latitude glaciers we deduce that the North Fork carried much more water, then, than it does today. Yet even those raging flows of glacial meltwater could not strip the sediments out of Green Valley.

However, it is natural to imagine that, while the sediments might have been 200 feet deep over the previous bed of the river, to either side, the bedrock floor of Green Valley would rise, until it intersected the floodplain surface, along the northern and southern edges of the plain.

So towards these edges the sediments were not "200 feet" deep; they were, let's say, less than fifty feet deep.

Under such conditions the raging flood-like flows of meltwater might well transiently mobilize the floodplain sediment, near the river, all the way down to bedrock; and if that mass of boulders and sand moves across that bedrock, it carves a channel.

So, considering that over the long term, the course of the river whips back and forth across the floodplain like a snake, we should expect to find many relict channels in Green Valley.

And we do.

We also find many "strath terraces." These are level or gently-sloping areas of bedrock standing fifty feet or more above the present level of the river. For, consider this subtlety of the snake-like, whipping-back-and-forth, glacial-maximum North Fork: imagine again that the extreme flood-stage-like flows have mobilized the sediment column of boulders, sand, cobbles, mud, whatever, down to bedrock.

If the transient channel of the river on the floodplain, mobilizing these sediments, is itself moving laterally at the same time, the sediments do not act to carve a distinct bedrock channel, but instead merely plane off the high spots in the bedrock, which project up into the maelstrom of boulders and sand.

Now suppose that the glaciers melted away, so the sediment load returned to modern levels, and the North Fork has rapidly incised through this Green Valley glacial outwash floodplain, and re-occupied, perhaps, its pre-glacial bedrock channel.

This "rapid" incision has likely taken a thousand years or more. During that time the floodplain has been lowered vertically and has shrunk horizontally. The river continues to whip back and forth across its narrower and narrower width. It is a freak of fate if any portion of the original floodplain surface remains intact. But it does happen. And as the river whips back and forth, it strips the outwash down, and exposes strath terraces as it does so.

In some places these strath terraces are quite easy to see. Elsewhere they remain buried under a thin veneer of outwash sediments.

If one were to try to characterize the shape of the bedrock underlying the often-thin veneer of glacial outwash sediments in Green Valley; that is, if one were to draw an idealized cross-section, cutting the canyon walls, and the North Fork, at right angles, by a vertical plane, striking north-south, one would at first glance see that the canyon is symmetrical about the axis of the river: it is about the same to the north as to the south. At second glance one would notice that, above the line of the glacial outwash floodplain, the bedrock canyon walls are steeper, but below that line, the bedrock is at a relative shallow angle.

Then when we examine this region of the profile—the shallow-angled bedrock beneath the outwash plain—we see that, in detail, there is a succession of sloping or level strath terraces and channels, until, flanking the river to either side, there is a lowest last symmetrical pair of strath terraces, about fifty feet above river level.

These are the most recent, Tioga-age, "recessional" strath terraces, cut, one expects, as the floodplain shrank to a narrow band, just before the North Fork re-occupied its pre-glacial channel.

That the North Fork has indeed re-occupied its own pre-Tioga bedrock channel is evidenced by outcrops of a very peculiar type of conglomerate found in Green Valley, always where the outwash sediments were in direct contact with the serpentine bedrock. Some cementing agent, perhaps magnesium, bound the bouldery mass into an amazingly solid rock. These masses of very young conglomerate are found, sporadically, at river level or sometimes well above river level, from the east end of Green Valley, to the west end. And there is one unequivocally true inference we may draw from the river-level position of these conglomerates, which, incidentally, were often so very rich in gold it was like a raisin pudding, except the "raisins" were nuggets of gold—the one almost idiotically true statement we can make about these mysterious conglomerates, is that the North Fork must have already incised to their level, if not below their level, at the time of their deposition.

They are absolutely typical in composition, these conglomerates, so far as the boulders and rocks which comprise most of their volume: they are boulders of granite, of Shoo Fly Complex metasediments, of the Sailor Canyon Formation and Tuttle Lake Formation and a few other metamorphic rock formations, of the North Fork basin upstream from Green Valley.

And add to these a certain proportion of often angular chunks of serpentine from local sources.

At any rate: the idiotically true inference—we were not there to witness this, first hand, hence we infer—is that the North Fork must have cut into the serpentine bedrock to at least the depth of the conglomerate deposits, before they were deposited.

Else how could they exist?

So if we find them at river level, and see them extending under water in places, we know that at the time they were deposited, the river's bedrock channel must have been at much the same level as it is now.

We can safely dismiss the notion that the conglomerates are brand new. Today and for the last ten thousand years they have been steadily eroded away, not deposited. Everything about them shows that.

No, they are old, but on the other hand, they can't be all that old. We know that the North Fork has cut about 2500 feet down in 4 million years. This works out to an average rate of incision of more than six inches per one thousand years. This helps us set an upper bound for the age of the conglomerate; but the issues surrounding this are too complex to go into very much, here.

Nowhere do we see the serpentine bedrock floor of the current channel in Green Valley. It is always masked by bouldery sediments. From conversations with gold dredgers in Green Valley, back in the 1970s, I learned that the actual bedrock floor of the channel is sometimes more than fifty feet below the river's surface.

But let us say that it is in fact "fifty feet" below the water level. So if we were to take the "six inches per thousand years" at face value, and were to ask, 'How long ago was the bedrock floor of the channel, where the water surface is, now?', we would deduce at once that the answer would be, 100,000 years.

My own instinct is that the current bedrock channel of the North Fork, in Green Valley, is much the same as it was in Tahoe II times, 65,000 years ago. Between Tahoe II and Tioga glaciations, a warmer and drier interval allowed the Tahoe II outwash plain to be eroded away, and the North Fork established a course through the serpentine bedrock.

Then along came Tioga glaciation, and the outwash plain built up again. The Tahoe II bedrock channel was just exactly where the floodplain was "200 feet" deep. Hence there the sediment column could not be mobilized, all the way to bedrock, despite the high, flood-like flows of meltwater. Hence the deepest sediments, near the serpentine bedrock channel floor and walls, were held fixed for many thousands of years, during which time, some kind of serpentine "tea" permeated these deeply buried sediments, and they became cemented into conglomerate.

Then the Tioga ended, the outwash plain was dissected and largely washed away, and these deeply-buried conglomerates were at last exposed.

They are quite curious and can be found in other canyons crossed by the Melones Fault Zone serpentine, as well. Someone should do their doctoral thesis in sedimentology about these very young, yet very tough, gold-bearing conglomerates. Date them, study them, map them.

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I set out rather late today, around one in the afternoon, to see what the North Fork looked like, after the flood even of a month ago. I found that the lack of water bars on the Green Valley Trail had led to some moderate erosion along long reaches of the trail, and that several large Digger Pines had fallen on or near the trail, and need to be cut away.

The change in forest type indicates the transition between serpentine
bedrock and soils dominated by glacial outwash deposits.
The 1800-foot contour crosses the North Fork in Green Valley. The uplands nearby run about 4100 to 4400 feet in elevation. At about the 2200-foot contour, Ponderosa Pines begin to dominate the forest, along with Douglas Fir; this change in forest type represents the transition from the serpentine bedrock into the glacial outwash deposits; for serpentine is poisonous to Ponderosa Pines and Black Oaks.

The fork between the East and West trails is met not long after reaching the Outwash Ponderosas. I took the East Trail and dropped past Joe Steiner's grave down to the Hotel Site, where a brief rain shower pattered down, and then followed along east to a large mass of white rock rising beside the river. A deep pool is formed there, and, as with many such pools, a large mass of boulders and sand has formed just downstream, where the current slows.

All these near-river-level gravel bars had been reshaped by the flood event of a month ago. They were objects of almost mathematical perfection. If a boulder has any degree of "flatness" to it, and many of our metamorphic rocks will make fine, flat boulders, the river will leave them shingled, the upstream boulders overlapping the downstream boulders, and the flat surfaces tilted so as to face upstream.

In January 1997 a flood event had scoured all small trees and many large trees from the sides of the channel, and from the gravel bars. It was interesting to watch the gravel bars become populated with willows and alders, over the past nine years. Now they have been partly ripped out again, and those which remain are now leaning downstream, and have had their bark scoured away, and seem ghostly skeletons. Everything is raw and primeval, as it was after the January 1997 event. The shingling of the boulders was quite striking and I wondered whether, in the course of a few months even, if animals and people walking these boulder bars will tip one boulder this way, another that way, and the shingling effect will be softened.

So. I was at White Rocks, just upstream from the Hotel Site. The waters of Moonshine Ravine flared out into a powerful waterfall, bursting from a cliff a few yards away, through a drain tunnel from one of the old mines. Casa Loma Ravine enters the North Fork right at the base of White Rocks.

These rocks are some kind of wild card embedded in the serpentine; they may represent a patch of serpentine which was replaced by siliceous rock, molecule by molecule, after the manner or petrified wood. Various boulders from this outcrop are scattered downstream to a distance of hundreds of yards and more; they are often boulders so large as to be well beyond the present North Fork's ability to move them; yet move they did, while within the matrix of bouldery glacial outwash.

The White Rocks are coarsely granular in texture, mimicking granite, but are composed entirely by light-colored minerals, which I take to be predominantly quartz.

Here and there along the margins of the shingled boulder bars were patches of grey sand. I saw the footprints of deer and bobcats and foxes and one small bear.

In the center is the dry-laid stone wall of the old
hotel site in Green Valley, viewed from the river.
I wandered about, examining the imprint of the flood. Moving down the river, I came to an area below the Hotel Site, with its fine and quite massive dry-laid stone wall, made from boulders of glacial outwash perched on the hotel's strath terrace. The wall merely expanded the terrace.

Large springs issue forth all along the edge of the terrace. I know of a certainty that several relict channels exits upslope. These become supercharged with groundwater during major rain events and take weeks and months to drain down, and actually, never do drain down, entirely; there are perennial springs, major perennial springs, near the hotel site, for instance.

Such springs form indications that a buried river channel exists. One sees the same pattern in the Tertiary gravels, high on the divides between the canyons: again and again, if a channel nears the existing ground surface, one will see springs. In fact, there is reason to believe that the miners would drive tunnels into the mountainsides, when they found such springs, because they are so closely linked to the ancient Eocene channels.

The same strategy may have been followed in Green Valley. One of the principal tunnels driven through the serpentine into a relict channel is yards west of the Hotel Site and its springs.

The whole day had been cloudy, but around three in the afternoon, or four, the sky west began to glow, and very briefly something like sunlight entered Green Valley. Then the clouds knitted back together and darkness increased.

I continued west and downstream until a cliff stopped further progress, and climbed a couple hundred feet into the Outwash Ponderosa Forest, here dominated by Douglas Fir. I struck a major (but overgrown) trail through the woods which had often caught my eye in years past, but which I have never followed from end to end. Ignoring it, I made my way north and entered Ginseng Ravine, picked up the high mining ditch, and took the Low West Trail steeply up to the West Trail and the fork I had passed a few hours before.

Climbing above the Outwash Ponderosa Forest, I saw that a large flat-bottomed mass of fog hung over the south canyon rim in Giant Gap, the base being at about the 3900' contour.

Such fog masses are quite common during and right after storms in the North Fork. When they have flat bases, it shows that the air has stratified, and that not much wind can be mixing the atmosphere; for the flat base represents the dew point, the air below being too warm to form fog, but the air above, cold enough.

For any given humidity the dew point is found at a certain temperature, and conversely, for any given temperature, the dew point is reached at a certain humidity.

That is, the dew point represents saturation of the gaseous water in the atmosphere: it is forced to condense into droplets, ergo, fog, clouds, and so on.

This fog bank was of what I call the "lee slope" type.

When a wind passes over a ridge at right angles, it will often create a partial vacuum on the lee side, and air rushes up from below to fill this partial vacuum (like an airplane wing). This "air from below" is warmer, and therefore moister, than the air it is replacing. If conditions are right, fog will form as the warmer air uplifted on the lee slope crosses the dew point.

Here a very weak southerly wind (the "wind aloft") was causing lee-slope uplift in Giant Gap, and much more weakly, in Green Valley. Hence a very respectable fog-mass had formed in Giant Gap, while only a thread of fog at the 3900-foot level showed that lee-slope uplift was happening in Green Valley too.

Both were flat-bottomed, showing strong stratification and weak mixing of the atmosphere.

Only the south canyon rim was affected; the north canyon rim was on the windward slope, and was untouched by fog.
This photo of the typical fog arch is from April 30, 2003.
All others this page were taken January 29, 2006.

Here is a subtlety: although above the canyon rim a southerly wind was causing the lee-slope uplift and thus the fog, down inside the canyon the flow was from the southwest; one could see the fog moving slowly to the left, to the east, up the canyon. But as it entered Giant Gap Ravine, the lee-slope uplift diminished, and the fog trailed away into a narrow point, and evaporated altogether.

One often sees this in the canyon: a fog bank forming at one end, and disappearing at the other.

Not far from the Giant Gap fog mass is a spot about 500 feet below the canyon rim, on the principal spur ridge descending to the river from Giant Gap Ridge, where the spur ridge levels out briefly. It is almost a pass. It so happens that a branch from the western side of the Melones Fault crosses the ridge at this quasi-pass, and a grove of Kelloggs Black Oak grow in the fault shattered rocks of the pass, where soils have developed to a greater depth and a richer yield.

When conditions are right, an arch of fog drape across the spur ridge, right over the pass, right over the Black Oaks of the Fault Zone, and one can watch it come into being on one side, and evaporate into clear air again on the far side.

It can flow in either direction, this fault-zone fog arch. It spans a couple-few hundred yards. Sometimes it is the only patch of fog in the canyon!

It is caused by the entrainment of up- or down-canyon flow of air; all things being equal, if a spur ridge lies athwart the wind, and has a straight, uniform profile, air should move across it more or less smoothly and at the same speed. There should be the usual lee-side uplift.

But let that ridge be interrupted by a quasi-pass, and suddenly the air is able to move more swiftly, across the pass, than higher or lower on the spur ridge.

This can lead to warmer and therefore moister air rising into the pass-entrained winds from the windward side of the spur ridge. And so—let the temperature and humidity be suitable—a fog arch forms.

As I climbed up the trail, moving more rapidly than normal since I realized that the general gloom was deepening and sunset was near, I watched while the global temperature declined. The result was that the flat bottom of the Giant Gap fog bank lowered; it had been at 3900 feet, now it was 3800, 3700 feet, and suddenly the thin thread over the south canyon rim in Green Valley was a large and continuous mass in its own right; it hooked up with the Giant Gap mass, and with other masses rapidly forming from this same lee-slope function, farther up the canyon; the air was astoundingly stratified, and within minutes I was looking at a flat-bottomed fog bank extending east into Humbug Canyon and beyond, and still lowering!

Looking above me, I saw that the dew point had finally lowered enough for fog to begin to form on the north canyon rim, in isolated small patches.

When I finally reached the top of the trail, I was in the fog, and the last light of the day was dwindling into dark.

Such was another fine day in the North Fork.