Showing posts with label 1985. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 1985. Show all posts

January 2 (1977, 1981, 1984, 1985, 1987, 2006, 2007)
Miscellany

1/2/77   well. a rainy day here in the sierra, clouds right here upon us, winds, a real storm. the Big Window is in, lynn and steve and steve helped me.

seeing the big window in has inspired me, i would like to have the time and money to finish it right away, the cabin i mean. but i don't. should go down to año nuevo soon—pescadero rather—and get back to work.”

Russell Towle's journal


1/2/81   Before dawn. Waning crescent moon hangs low in the east. Venus not up yet.

[...]

Today I'm going to take Charles and Charlotte and Jim and Mindy up to Big Valley Bluff.”

Russell Towle's journal


1/2/84   Life is rich, and I am left-handed. Not rich myself, there is only one 12-volt light in this small cabin. So I am askew, trying to keep the shadow of my left hand at bay while I write. A cunning paradigm of my psychic stance these days? At any rate, the morbid depression (shadow of the left-hand, sinister somber) I used to dread in the winter has been kept at bay by Lovers Leap.”

Russell Towle's journal


January 2, 1985

Morning, foggy and cool. Yesterday I went into Alta for breakfast and found Charles and. Char engaged in the same; later I joined them at their house and got involved in grading out the basement driveway with Charlie. Then we proceeded to get his truck stuck and spent about an hour extricating it.

From there I went to Shelley Yamamoto’s New Years party and gorged myself on sushi etc. I hung around for the rest of the day and watched a movie with Shelley and Carla. Carla is still living at the Rawhide. She is such a strange woman. An artist, a recluse, an attractive woman but never a boyfriend. Now her life is lived in much different terms. Without Jim, her father, she is faced with suddenly being on her own. The situation at Rawhide is not a good one for her; she never bothered to learn to drive until recently, and now must negotiate that horrendous jeep trail winding for miles along the rugged canyon wall. Yesterday she walked the five miles into Shelley's for the party rather than drive.”

Russell Towle's journal


1/2/87

1:55 A.M. Contrary to what I wrote above [on 1/1/ 87], I mounted the bicycle and went into Shelley's and had sushi after all and then rode to the McClungs [...]

I have been starving, and a sort of hole is in my stomach, it's as though I can never really fill it. I did eat well at Shelley's tonight. Skies have cleared; maybe go skiing tomorrow with Charlie.

Night. Skies clouded back over, and I never went skiing today. No. I rode Bill's bicycle into Bill's and drank some coffee with him, showed him Larson's letter, […]

Bill gave me a ride down to Colfax today to get the rebuild kit for my slave cylinder, and kindly brought me home and waited until I fixed it; he's really been very friendly to me lately, so nice.

A big storm is said to be on its way. I cut a little firewood today. So, car is parked out on the road today.

After fifteen minutes on the stove [referring to the typewriter], the "a" has stopped sticking. If it's a lubrication problem this could only make it worse, by further drying and outgassing of the lubricant; but for awhile, the decreased viscosity compensates…”


Date: Mon Jan 02 2006 04:58:24
To: Michael Joyce
From: Russell Towle
Subject: North Fork Dam


Have you ever visited North Fork Dam?

Take Foresthill Road across the bridge, in a mile or less you reach hard left onto Lower Lake Clementine Road, follow it until it bears hard right and down towards the boat launch.

Park as soon as you can and look into the canyon beside you. You will see the dam.

Then find use trails which lead down to the viewpoint.

It is like Niagara Falls, right here in Placer County!


Date: Mon Jan 02 2006 05:13:47
To: Dan
From: Russell Towle
Subject: Re: Sailor Meadow
Cc: Patrick Kavanaugh
>I bring this up because the County is agressively building at Dewitt and I am not sure this site is safe. Just want it to be set aside if possible  but My name is "mud" at the County. Any thoughts?        Dan
My thoughts? We are paving over Indian sites every day. I made my own efforts to get the County aware of Indian sites, in the mid-80s. I failed.

I understand that new state legislation, tho, is far more protective of arch sites than anything before. I have cc'd this to Patrick Kavanaugh, who knows a lot about these issues.

However.

Most people don't know history. The whites (Europeans) stole California from the Indians. We even admitted it in 1852 when we (Europeans) negotiated treaties with the CA Indians, called the Barbour Treaties.

Among these is that negotiated with the Maidu and Chief Weimar, who made his mark on the 1852 treaty at Storms Ranch, over by what would become Chicago Park.

These treaties would have made the theft of California legal; the Indians would trade title to most of the lands in exchange for big chunks here and there ("reservations"). The Maidu reservation would have been huge, from the Bear to the South Yuba, from the Valley to Storms Ranch. Roughly.

But the U.S. Senate put the Barbour Treaties in a sealed secret archive not to be opened for fifty years.

So legal title was never obtained from the CA Indians. The treaties were forgotten as most of the Indians soon died from disease.

Finally, in 1938, the BIA renegotiated treaties with surviving CA Indians and they signed away title.

In theory, that was the legal instrument by which the theft of CA became legal.


Miscellany
[North Fork Trails blogpost, January 2, 2007:
http://northforktrails.blogspot.com/2007/10/miscellany.html ]
Happy new year, 2007 should be a good one!

The other day I approached my teenage son with an excellent idea: "I will first put the chainsaw in my old backpack; next, I'll put that old backpack on your broad shoulders; then, away we will go, down and down and down, into the depths of Green Valley, there to clear brush from the High Ditch."

To which he replied in a series of rather emphatic and mostly monosyllabic negatives, scarcely comprehensible, exclaimed in his curious teenage slang.

I decided not to press the issue, just then. Perhaps a negative would ripen into a maybe. A day later I recalled that the Green Valley Trail itself is getting so badly overhung by manzanita, that this business of carrying chainsaws in backpacks is maybe not an idea worthy of the brightest star in the heavens. So I rephrased my Plan: now he would carry the chainsaw a short distance, very short, really, and I would cut the gnarled deep red branches, and he would toss them off the trail.

Another series of foreign-sounding exclamations, all negative. Sigh.

So this morning I put the damn saw in the damn pack, and carried it down to the uppermost bad section all by myself. I worked over a reach of about two hundred yards and achieved something, less than I had imagined, better than nothing. The day was grey and cool and good for trail work.

Ron Gould suggests that we should round up a real work party and hit the whole trail. A good idea. The manzanita is getting worse and worse in a number of different trail reaches. Supposing we were to carry some of the dratted garbage up and out, from the end of the West Trail, down by the river, well, a frame backpack is the best tool for garbage, and the manzanita would drag and catch and claw at our packs and turn an already tiresome task into a bitter fight. So a bit of manzanita trimming is definitely in order. There are, also, one or two new trees down on the trail, which need cutting into pieces before they can be moved.

Life is more than trails and saws.

Music, music, music. Antonio Carlos Jobim! I rec'd a CD for Christmas, titled "Elis & Tom," the amazing Elis Regina singing the songs of the amazing Tom Jobim. One song especially excited my interest, Águas de Março, or Waters of March; here Jobim joins Elis in a duet. I Googled around in search of more information, for it seemed such an exceptional performance, and found a video of the actual recording session, in Los Angeles, in 1974!

What? How could that be?

It was on YouTube, of which I had heard but not seen. I naturally avoid such sites because I have such a poor internet connection, it takes forever to download content. For the Waters of March, however, forever was fine. I waited, I waited, I waited, and at last I watched.

Really really great!

So. I saw that anyone in the world can upload videos to YouTube. I quickly assembled a few short pieces of geometrical animations I had made years ago. See

https://www.youtube.com/user/rufus16180339887


 Links
Elis Regina and Tom Jobim recording Águas de Março (Waters of March) in Los Angeles in 1974: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jYLoxMtnUDE

About the song on Wikipedia:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Waters_of_March

Jobim's own beautiful re-write of the lyrics into English can be found about 1/3 down this page, (after the parallel version):
http://www.brazzil.com/p08sep01.htm


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.

~ • ~

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.



January 20 (1978, 1985, 2003)
Diving Board Ridge

1/20/78   sunrise. pool of fog below, skies clear above. for the first time in a long time the sun prints mandala window across the cabin; this position is representative of one month before, or one month after, the winter solstice.

[...]

today a hike was planned, from bogus point to the river. but i'm not sure i'll go, fine sunny day as it is, and a chance to hike long awaited. i didn't feel included in the decision-making process, and my ego smarts. [...]

~ well, as a rather synchronistic comment on the preceding: just as i wrote the last line, ron came walking down to especially invite me to bogus point this morning ~ so off i go.

[Russell Towle's journal]


January 20, 1985 Beautiful morning, fog swelling to fill the canyon, sunrise colors painted across its tops. I'm debating whether to head up to Sugar Bowl today; it rained last night, and may have snowed at the bowl. There have been nothing but warm storms lately, with snow levels of 7,500' and so on. Last night the snow level may have dropped to 6,000' or slightly lower, giving the Bowl its first fresh snow in a while. [...]

[Russell Towle's journal]


Date: Mon, 20 Jan 2003
To: North_Fork_Trails
From: Russell Towle
Subject: Diving Board Ridge

Hi all,

Maybe it should be called Ski Jump Ridge. The divide between Canyon Creek on the east and Indiana Ravine on the west descends steeply south into the North Fork canyon, and then flattens out for perhaps two hundred yards, before making its final plunge to the river. An old lumber slide is etched into the crest of the ridge, which was used to get sluice box lumber into Canyon Creek and Indiana Ravine, both of which were operated as tailings claims for a couple decades, from about 1860 to 1882.

Today Catherine O’Riley joined most of my family for a quick hike down to the Diving Board. We snuck into the Gold Run Diggings, parked in the great hollow of the Gold Run Ditch & Mining Co., and followed roads bearing south until a certain faint trail curved away through the manzanita and over a slight ridge, to the Indiana Hill Ditch. The faint trail plunges down a shallow gully, so we also plunged.

As the richer soils near the rim of the canyon were left be- hind, so also the Kellogg’s Black Oaks were left, and we traversed an almost pure stand of Canyon Live Oaks. Despite a goodly number of uncertain sections, the trail is fairly well-defined. At first it lies on the east side of the ridge, and then, as the ridge profile flattens, the ridge also sharpens into a knife-edge of rock, and the trail crosses to the west side.

There sure is a lot of poison oak down there.
From these rocky spurs great views can be had east into Canyon Creek and the Big Waterfall. Finally a broad flat area on the ridge crest is reached, with truly wonderful views. Giant Gap frames the snowy summit of Black Mountain in the distance east, while the river itself can be seen thundering along below. The Big Waterfall and long reaches of the Canyon Creek Trail are visible. 

A few steps along a side trail brings one to a fine westerly view; Pickering Bar is almost directly below, and in the middle distance one can see Wolverine Canyon and Roach Hill and the line of the Blue Wing Trail. A little farther west the low gap in the ridge where Iowa Hill stands is seen, and then more and more ridges, interfingering, lead one’s gaze down the canyon towards Secret Ravine and Cape Horn.
We explored a little ways along the very last bit of the lumber slide, on the east side of the ridge, here built up with stone walls in places. It has every appearance of being a major trail leading to the river itself, but suddenly ends, at just that point from which one could actually slide lumber down towards the confluence of Canyon Creek and the North Fork, where the last sluice boxes and undercurrents were set.

After an hour or so we started back up. We saw some California Milkmaids in bloom. The trail is becoming more visible and easier to follow as more visits are made to this remarkable spot, one of the finest viewpoints in the North Fork canyon, to be ranked with Lovers Leap and Iron Point, although a more limited area is visible. We reached the truck about 4:15 and, as we drove north out of the diggings, saw a large plume of smoke from a wildfire ahead.

I immediately thought of the large clearcuts on Chalk Bluff Ridge, between Steephollow and Greenhorn, in Nevada County, and we drove, first to Lincoln Road, then out Drum Powerhouse Road to Windy Point, to see what was happening. The fire appeared to be burning down in Steephollow Canyon, just north of Liberty Hill Diggings.

Such was a pleasant hike to an amazing place.



January 14 (1976, 1983, 1985, 2003)
The Spring Song! And, a Dam; and a Ditch

1/14/76   sunny morning in wren shack, a wren sings outside: the spring song! i have not heard it for months.

manzanita is starting to bloom around here. ... think i'll drive down to auburn today and visit the dam-site, try to verify the elevation of the future reservoir. and visit the library, see if i can find anything out about the history of the alta/green valley/moody ridge area...”

[Russell Towle's journal]


About the Winter Wren—
“The Winter Wren is well-known for being hard to see but easy to hear. ... these tiny birds breed most commonly in moist, conifer-dominated forests, where the exuberant songs of male Winter Wrens seem to celebrate the onset of spring. Closely related forms breed across Asia and Europe; Shakespeare and his descendants in the British Isles have known these birds simply as “the wren,” because this is the only type of wren that has ever colonized beyond the Americas.”

The rest of that short article about Winter Wrens and their songs, with a photo, is here:
http://www.allaboutbirds.org/NetCommunity/Page.aspx?pid=1306

 A recording of the winter wren's song may be found at:
http://www.allaboutbirds.org/guide/Winter_Wren/sounds

Information about the on-again, off-again (as of 2015 it's off-again) Auburn Dam is here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Auburn_Dam.

1/14/1983   An interesting dawn: the sky is as bright and metallic as after any sunset—volcanic dust?”


January 14, 1985

[...]

Yesterday I ventured out to Auburn, and had the good fortune to see a bald eagle circling over the center of town, at a low altitude, for several minutes. [...]”


Date: Tue, 14 Jan 2003 08:56:29 -0800
To: "Bill Slater/USDAFS"
From: Russell Towle
Subject: TNF history
Cc: North Fork Trails

Bill Slater
Tahoe National Forest Service

Hi Bill,

I was talking to [...] the other day about the "Blue Canyon Fuel Reduction" project, and mentioned to him some of the historic trails etc. in the area, and was surprised that he didn't seem to be familiar with the historic Bradley & Gardner ditch; he thought of it as the Lost Camp ditch. It used to be known as the Placer County Canal. In later years (1872-~1882) it belonged to the Cedar Creek Co., and then to the Towle Brothers. I believe they in turn sold the ditch/reservoir system to PG&E, and thus it happens that to this day water is diverted from the North Fork of the North Fork American at Lake Valley, and sent through Drum Powerhouse into the Bear River and on to points west.

This was the first big mining ditch to reach Dutch Flat, in 1859. It drew principally from the East Fork of the North Fork of the North Fork American, just upstream from the confluence of Monumental Creek. (Elisha) Bradley & (Melvin) Gardner also had the water right to the main North Fork of the North Fork, which the ditch crossed, and the reservoir at Lake Valley, in its first incarnation, was part of their system.

I have always thought that this ditch would make an interesting trail. It winds in out of that maze of canyons between Texas Hill and Blue Canyon. It crossed the line of the railroad at Blue Canyon. Part of this ditch has been bladed out flat to make a logging road. Its course is shown fairly accurately on the 1870-era General Land Office maps of T16N R11E and T16N R12E.

Of course, there are many historic/archaeological sites in this area. The hydraulic mining town of Lost Camp became the principal point of supply to the remote mining camps at Texas Hill/Burnett Canyon and Monumental Creek. The trail from Lost Camp, down to the North Fork of the North Fork, and then back up the other side, to join the Burnett Canyon Trail, is still perfectly intact on the Lost Camp side of the canyon. This is a wonderful trail and Tahoe National Forest ought to try to acquire the private lands at the head of the trail, including the site of Lost Camp. There was also a trail from Lost Camp, which I have never found on the ground, which led east across the canyon of Fulda Creek and somehow on across the maze of canyons to Monumental Creek.

This maze of canyons, with its many waterfalls, cliffs, and gorges, is a very beautiful area. I would like to see Tahoe National Forest treat it very gently, so far as timber harvests and fuel reductions go, and also, to make every effort to acquire many of the private inholdings, including the lands at Lost Camp, and Sierra Pacific Industries lands out on Sawtooth Ridge, and on the ridge between Blue Canyon itself and the North Fork of the North Fork.

The Bradley & Gardner ditch, over some or all of its course through the maze of canyons, from its source to the town of Blue Canyon, might be adopted as a working boundary, dividing those lands which are left entirely alone—below the line of the ditch—and those areas which can, with all due gentleness and consideration for wildlife, scenic quality, riparian corridors, etc., be subject to fuel load reductions and timber harvests—above the line of the ditch.

You probably already knew about the Bradley & Gardner ditch, but, well, I just thought it should be on the TNF radar, as the Blue Canyon Fuel Reduction project is considered.

Thanks,

Russell Towle


Date: Tue, 14 Jan 2003 12:55:25 -0800
To: "Bill Slater"
From: Russell Towle
Subject: Re: TNF history
Cc: North Fork Trails


Hi Bill, you wrote,
>Hey Russell
>
>Good to hear from you.  Happy New Year!!
>
>I am very familiar with the Bradley's Ditch.  It is depicted in Carmel's
>Historic Mining Ditches... publication.  We have recorded the ditch as FS
>05-17-55-142.  I have proposed interpretive trail development involving the
>ditch segment along Monumental Creek where there is some amazing elevated
>rock work and interesting geological formations.  Have also proposed an
Yes, the rock pinnacles in Monumental Creek are quite amazing; have you seen the inscriptions on the base of the highest skinniest? The Bradley & Gardner ditch crossed right there, and just upstream is the rock work you refer to. This would make a really neat trail. But I imagine carrying the trail all the way from the source, near the rockwork, west to Blue Canyon.

>interpretive loop trail involving a Bradley Ditch segment and Towle RR
>segments near the former Northfork Campground overflow  that you see from
>Texas Hill Road before crossing the NFNFAmer near the campground.  There is
>a very nice ditch tender's cabin celler along that stretch of the ditch.
Yes, on the General Land Office map there is a house near there labeled "Bradley's Ranch."
>For the Blue Cyn project we have recorded additional segments of the ditch.
>I'd like more information on Lost Camp and Lost Camp Trail.  Isn't Lost
>Camp on private land.  Also could have overlooked historic trails.  If you
>have info on these let me know.
Yes, Lost Camp is private, in Section 23, I believe, and part at least is, I think, SPI lands. I saw a cabin under construction, a couple years ago, along the road down to Lost Camp from the railroad; so some of the land within Section 23 must be not-SPI. The road is a historic public road, in my opinion, and the trail from Lost Camp down to the North Fork of the North Fork likewise. This trail is one of the ~62 trails declared to be public trails in a 1953 Placer County BOS ordinance. It begins on the private land and then crosses into TNF lands.

As for other trails, well, there's the Sawtooth Ridge side of this Lost Camp Trail, but unfortunately it has been more or less obliterated by timber harvests. Then from near Lost Camp there was a trail crossing Blue Canyon. And the one I mentioned crossing Fulda, labeled "trail to Monumental Camp" on the GLO map. And there is I.T. Coffin's old ditch, paralleling the Texas Hill Road from Texas Hill east to around Dawson's Spring.
>As to bigger issues re. no touch below Bradley Ditch....that's over my
>head.
>
>Bill Slater
>Archaeologist
>Nevada City RD
>Tahoe National Forest
Thanks, Bill!

All the best, and Happy New Year,

Russell Towle

Sawtooth Ridge, in center. The main North Fork American canyon is on the
right of
Sawtooth Ridge; the North Fork of the North Fork American is on the left.


December 30 (1976, 1977, 1979, 1980, 1983, 1985, 1986, 2005)
“One distorted whole, perfectly unbalanced”

12/30/76 … finally, rain. on the very day i am ready to put the Big Window in. yesterday i finished the frame, and today i removed the glass from the old steel frame preparatory to cutting it down about six inches in length. my brother helped me carry it around to the ping-pong table, where i will cut it. everyone left [...], i played the piano a bit while it rained, and when it let up, went out to scrape away some putty that still adheres to the edges in places. while pulling hard on one difficult chunk, the window broke in two, about a third of the way across. oh, i had a fit. shouted, screamed, threw my jacket on the floor again and again, and to no avail ~ it was still broken. i don't know what i'll do ~ i can't afford to buy another piece of glass. i guess i'll put it in broken and run a bead of silicone seal down the crack. dammit. the view out that window is too nice to be marred by a crack down the middle but it will have to be. well—the coyote principle. and my undue haste ~ i know better than to try to force it with glass. i should've filed the putty off if necessary ~ and it was. damn that is a bummer.

well, if i cut my six inches (actually five) off the end of the smaller fragment, the crack will be over towards one side a little more. if i am careful when i run the bead of silicone seal it won't leak too bad ~ i may even come to enjoy it as yet another capriccio in my humble cabin; a cabin made of capriccios carefully joined together so that they all blend and merge into one distorted whole, perfectly unbalanced.”

[Russell Towle's journal]


12/30/77 […]  neil, ron, & i went out to try for a glimpse of the canyon creek falls. we got just that ~ a glimpse ~ because we didn't descend all the way to the creek and the falls are in a narrow gorge… the rain finally stopped, and tonight the stars are out.”

[Russell Towle's journal]


12/30/79   rainy morning. [...]

yesterday morning i cleaned up the cabin and then took a walk up above the cabin. there is a grove of ancient oaks there, some exceeding four feet in diameter, although none very tall. a huge branch broke off and lies waiting to be bucked up into stove wood ~ a cord at least.

after my walk i laid down on the couch and went to sleep. it was quite pleasant, sunshine streaming in, a few clouds drifting by. i had a dream that my dad came flying over in his plane, and circled around and around the cabin, i went outside to wave to him and realized that he wanted me to meet him at blue canyon so that he could give me a ride.

i woke up with the sun on my face, reflected that it had been a ‘funny’ dream, and headed over to jon's. […] we stepped out in front of his cabin with his new binoculars. just then a plane came along ~ my dad! in the ercoupe!

a remarkable coincidence ~and when i saw my dad later in grass valley, he laughed and told me that just before he had flown over my cabin he had been up to blue canyon to see if the strip was snowed in.

[…]

what to do today? [...] probably just spend the day here in the cabin. i've rented some cross-country skis to try out, but it's raining heavily and i'd have to drive in the snow to get where i could ski. maybe it'll break up later.

well.”

[Russell Towle's journal]


12/29/80   Sometimes it seems that in the fervor & ferment & self-pity of the years on Moody Ridge I've lost touch with part of myself. In 1975 I emerged from a typical bluesy winter to new determination to follow my star rather than waste energy in fruitless longing for relationship with the opposite sex. So, I determined that my native love for Nature & my native predisposition to intellectual questing would be pleasurably combined in a study of the natural history of the Sierra Nevada, enhanced by a summer-long backpacking expedition through the Central and Southern High Sierra. As it happened, the snow was so deep that spring that I had to wait until July to do much real High Country tripping. The month of May found me at Año Nuevo, where resided, while Janet and Merrill were away in Europe, Lora Boswell. So out of the blue comes a woman, warm and intelligent, original and creative, Lora. She joined me for several delightful camping trips and for the first time in my life I felt completely fulfilled with a woman.

This was of crucial importance to me. I pursued my studies with enthusiasm [...] . And that the summer should culminate in my introduction—through Lora—to Moody Ridge & the canyon of the North Fork of the American River…

Lora [had commitments] and couldn't join me in building a cabin out here. I was faced with a choice between joining her in the Santa Cruz mountains and pursuing my goals here on Moody Ridge, with a dream come true: my own land, on the south facing rim of a wild Sierran canyon, with springs.

I stayed with the land & consoled myself with visits to Lora and thoughts that she was a little old for me, and that since Fate had rewarded my star-following with a piece of beautiful land, surely Fate would follow through with The Woman.

So when I met Sue on January 10, 1976, at Lovers Leap, I wondered if this raven-haired exotic who knew the Latin name of the mustard family could be The One. […] Everything was on the Up and Up.

But the universe capsized when Sue dumped me [...].  The stormy history need not be repeated here. [...]

In another wintry depth, Dana appeared and we rescued one another from an oblivion of depression. The stormy history of our relationship need not be repeated here.

In another winter, Cindy rescued me and dumped me. Agonies better not reconstituted herein.

So—much of my energy since the winter of '75-'76 has been expressed in emotional upheavals and depressions.”

[Russell Towle's journal]
 

29-30 December 1983
Listen to the second half of Russell's audio journal entry, recorded
in his Moody Ridge cabin, onto a battery powered cassette recorder. He was 34 years old.

Click on one of the links to open a new window for the audio. The recording is low
quality and hard to understand in parts. Refer to the transcript below.
Part 2 of 2, in mp3 format, 4.1 mgb — (try this first, smallest file)
Part 2 of 2, in aiff format, 11 mgb — (also available)
Part 2 of 2, in m4a format
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(also available)
(Part 1 appears on the December 29 page.)
“And in the course of talking to lots of people, I realized, as soon as I wrote this petition [to create a park at Lovers Leap], that, hey, I've gotta clean my act up. Right now. Dress neatly. Talk clearly. Do a lot of listening too. I mean, it's really important. And so… it's been very frustrating for me; it's one of the reasons I turned the tape recorder on this morning, is I wanted to get to this part, this… what's happening to me in my life right now. But it's been enormously frustrating for me, since, I was a kid… that I can't seem to communicate my vision, and my perspective, to others. Madding. And at times it's… to me it's as though there's some kind of invisible psychic wall that some fate-like agencies, perhaps even demons or spirit-guides of the wrong sort have erected between me and other people. When really, closer to the mark, would probably be that I'm a genius. And there's not a whole lot of opportunities for men and women like myself to share the real substance of their perspectives and their visions with other people.

Plus, there's been a whole social shift, in the 60s and the 70s, of… towards…oh it was very distressing to me, all the way along, to see this happening, but, well there's been a lot of egotism, and a lot of people not listening to each other, conversations become [?-deaf] in content, when people will not listen to what the other person says. When they immediately leap off onto some tangent… uh, and turn the conversation around without… you know like… I like to spend some time, on one particular idea, or something, or thought, or picture that might come up in conversation. [?] And instead, most people seem to be quite content with immediately shifting out onto another one, and I myself do this quite a bit.

In the last couple of weeks though, I've been trying to coach myself, and learn to listen. And I'm… you know, I'm one of those people, I've always believed that we teach… you know, the best teaching is done by example. And I can't claim that my example has been especially wonderful, over the last ten years let's say, and yet on the other hand, I think I've now objectively… or I think one could, in an objective analysis of my inter-relationships with people, that I've really been a pretty good listener. That's why I've had lots of great conversations with people over the years. And that's… conversation depends on this. And one of the very frustrating things about me is that here in Dutch Flat, uh… my genius has been intimidating to a lot of my friends and acquaintances, some of whom, you know, are geniuses in their own right. And it's often a problem for very sensitive, intelligent, imaginative people, to feel… well, it's not always a problem but it's often a problem—to feel really socially at ease. Sure of oneself. One becomes somewhat set apart from one's peers. I have this active imagination and intelligence in some ways, [?] for some people. But… so insecurity within ourselves results in defensive postures, and when you get to the bottom line, in conversation, it often results in NOT listening, but more like parrying, or countering, or blocking, and things like that. It's been enormously frustrating for me, here in Dutch Flat. I have a reputation as a know-it-all; as someone who tries to dominate conversation. These are… there's elements of truth in that analysis of my behavior. Sure, that's why I say I'm not… I don't think I've set such a wonderful example, over the years. And then I qualified that by saying, howsoever, I can be a very good listener. And I'm especially inspired to listen, when somebody's willing also, to listen to me. Which, I've had a lot of problems, here in Dutch Flat, with some of the people I've wanted to listen to me the most.

So. To sum it all up, in the last couple of weeks, I've been talking my fucking head off to lots of people. And I've been making some new friends, and developing further in several different relationships. A very positive time, for relationships, and I intend to fully follow through and stay with this whole process. You know I've initiated contact with Sierra Heritage Magazine and I've started writing an article about Giant Gap. I need to submit something… some several things, before April 13th, photographs as well as lines. There's much to do. There's many people to talk to yet.

There's new relationships—I've met for instance Ken [or Kem? Cam? or Kim?] and Chris, men about ten years older than myself. I find them both quite interesting, and they seem to find ME interesting. And there's a certain amount of this defensiveness, unwillingness to listen on both of their parts that I'm trying to, unobtrusively more or less, coach them and everyone along, by, out-and-out listening. Like I'm uh, I'm making a point of really giving my attention to these various people. And I think they appreciate it. A lot. The message is not lost upon them. Even though at first it's Ken. Not Ken, I meant to say Chris. Ken is a very interesting man, he's very intelligent. And introspective. He's lived in Europe for some years, and speaks several languages, and has a wide and varied experience, been into mountain climbing, he's been a Sierra Club member for 10 or 15 years… uh, I don't know him as well yet, he's more reserved.

Chris, who's a sculptor, reminds me of Merrill, to some degree. [Merrill Bickford, aka Stuart Harwood—an artist of Año Nuevo and Palo Alto, and a mentor of Russell's] In fact they should probably meet, although Chris is a little hard to take for some people, because he's an intense man; he's an aggressive man. And he will quite commonly totally dominate conversations. He's used to doing that. People let him get away with it. I've been letting him get away with it to a large degree myself. But, I'm listening… and he knows I'm listening. And I think that it's inspiring him to listen a little bit more carefully himself. Although he's got some really funny characteristics, like his voice will really, really increase in volume when he needs to dominate the conversation when he's talking. He'll let it rise almost to a shout. And then he has this one mannerism that's just… weird. Suddenly breaking off a sentence, and, clearing his throat. And it sounds like a bark, like really loud, like [imitates raspy bark sound]—kind of like that. Really loud. So, he punctuates his conversation with these barks, when his voice is rising to this frenzied crescendo, and it's a little bit disconcerting.

Well, I'm convinced that, this is the time with many people to take stock of themselves and to complete themselves. Including myself. And that extends to Chris, to Ken, to Alex, and Sue, Neil. And I'm… on the one hand I'm more willing to listen. It's kind of like, I'm going to be doing some service these days, I wanna work on this Lovers Leap park, and sort of give it myself. I work on Moody Ridge Rd., to fill potholes, develop calluses on my hands, wheelbarrow loads of rock, and I give with myself more. How I want to listen to conversations, and give of myself. I expect a lot of return. I don't want to misconstrue all this, I expect a LOT of return. In fact, I want name and fame, glory and immortality. And great challenges to surmount. I'd like to save the world for instance, that'd be kind of nice.

But anyway, it's been interesting. I'm trying this as an experiment. Some other people I've had some very interesting conversations with—Susan Prince, station manager at Channel 6, KVIE television, in Stockton. Public television. She's very interesting, has a degree in history from Stanford. She's lived in Europe. And I'm afraid I got a little carried away with myself, and didn't do a very good job of listening when I was over there a week or so ago. Less than a week ago. At the Prince house in Alta.

So also, I had a very nice afternoon with Gunda Pramuk, John Pramuk's wife. And, she's... ”

[end of Part 2; and of the recording]


December 30, 1985

[...]

It began raining yesterday morning, and increased in intensity all day, until it was pouring, which continued all night. Now it clears, a phantasmagoria of fog slowly calming and dissipating in the canyon. [...]

Later: what delicate balances are mirrored in the physical world! It so happens that the fire dwindled during the night; a massive chunk of oak remained unburnt. Another massive chunk was added hours ago to blanket the first, holding in its heat so that the fire would kindle again; no sun for hours this morning, a cool cabin. Not until 10:22 A.M. did the sun stream through my windows; not until 10:22 A.M. did the fire chuckle into life: so delicate is the balance of forces in the nature of things, that the slight increase in air temperature attending the sun's visit sparked my lazy fire into life. This is not the first time I have noticed this phenomenon; many another time have I conserved my kindling, and relied upon the slow, blanketed warming of oak on oak to bring a fire back to life and warmth; many another time have I sat, slightly chilled, in wait of the event, the canyon shrouded in fog, the sun lost in clouds; and many a time has the fire suddenly kindled upon the equally sudden appearance of the sun. And so it happens that, at just the time when I no longer need a fire, my fire revives.

[Russell Towle's journal]


12/30/86   Morning. Just before dawn, a golden glowing sky.

[...]

I've been struggling a bit lately; can't seem to get my land payment together, and it's overdue right now. Plus, the clutch master cylinder went capoot, or however one spells it, yesterday, short-circuiting a trip to Auburn, where I planned to visit the library and check out Cupid and Psyche again, and visit Eric Peach… made it to Colfax before severe warnings were made manifest; I wisely returned home, and the clutch went out completely just as I got through the cable.

[...]

Still haven't taken the computer Ed gave me for Christmas out of the car; I'm hoping that Newsom will let me store it at his place and use it there. [* See note below.] It was a spectacular present [...]

I am determined now, to begin earning money by teaching, by making tapes, by making music, by writing. By environmental work. 1987 will be a real benchmark year for me, I am quite sure. [...] My work in math, in history and literature, in music, in the environment and writing, will not continue unrecognized and unrewarded.

[...]”

[Russell Towle's journal]


*As it happened, a few days after this, I encountered Russell, who I barely knew, at the Dutch Flat post office. I was picking up a parcel, a gift from my mother, of a Commodore computer she'd received as a premium for going to a time-share condo sales pitch and had no use for—which caught his interest instantly. He still had that Commodore Vic 20 computer and its accessories riding around on the backseat of his funky old Toyota (having no electricity at his canyon cabin with which to power it). I had been needing a computer for my photography business; Russ for his geometrical imaging work. We discovered that between us, we had all the parts for a complete system, and so, that very day, we installed it all in the small office I was renting for my business behind the Dutch Flat post office... and our partnership began.
—Gay

Video of a wet and wild canyon storm scene as viewed from Iron Pt., December 30, 2005, (Russell's voice, commenting in the middle):




December 25 (1978, 1979, 1980, 1985, 1986, 2005) “Inexorable paths of least resistance”

12/25/78   hour or so before dawn. venus and a crescent fourth-quarter moon hanging low in the east… yesterday was a strange day. the high spot was throwing rocks into the pond in the dutch flat diggings with young alex henderson. a layer of ice on the shady side of the pond was thick at the edge, then towards the middle of the pond. if a rock hit it and broke through, just right, large bubbles of air would become trapped beneath the ice, and, assuming manta-ray forms, glide mysteriously towards the center of the pond, and freedom. whole armadas of bubbles were launched on their inexorable paths of least resistance; bubbles ranging up to four feet in width, or as little as a few inches; bubbles coalescing, bubbles splitting in half, bubbles momentarily linking wings to glide together toward their destiny. certain holes in the ice had very strong attractive force, and bubbles created thirty feet away would converge, from various directions, on the hole ~ and disappear.”

[Russell Towle's journal]


12/25/79   morning. the snow has finally arrived: at 3 a.m. i was awake and could hear that it was still raining; when i awoke, there were about four inches of snow on the ground. it is falling lightly now.

i was lying about here yesterday and feeling good, listening to music. i had told steve that i would pick him up around noon and drive him into lake of the pines, where he would pick up a friend's truck and continue up to red bluff to be with his parents for xmas.

but my truck ran out of gas at the cable; it was raining hard; and i didn't want to jeopardize my recovery from this cold. so i didn't walk into alta. after i returned to my cabin, i was thinking of dave nelson, who's had a tough row to hoe and all his vehicles broken down ~ i loaned my vw for a few days, and told him of a few idiosyncrasies ~ but, to my horror, yesterday afternoon i recalled that i'd forgotten one thing—to tell dave about the brake pedal assembly, which is set up in such a way (i don't know how to fix this, it's a mystery) that the brakes gradually tighten while driving until they are on all the time, at which point the engine is under heavy load—at any rate, I agonized over that oversight on my part—there is a simple, temporary fix that no mechanic in his right mind would consider, and it merely relieves the pressure, not the cause. but i forgot to tell him and now today, cold or no cold, snow or no snow, i go forth, gas can in hand, responsibilities to attend to.

~ well. just walked up to the meadow. beautiful in the snow. must get some x-country skis. it's snowing heavily. the NWS says that this is the most intense storm in two years. if i do get gas to my truck, there is some question as to whether the road is passable. since i'm out of cigarettes now, i'll give it a go. my cold is much better now.”

[Russell Towle's journal]


12/25/80   way before dawn. Is it time to open the presents yet?

Well. The road work is all done—Hacker's part of it at least—and passed County inspection by Art Davidson.”

[Russell Towle's journal]


December 25, 1985

Morning. A film of high clouds covers the skies; there was a bright red gold glow in the east before dawn, and sailors should take warning, take warning; for my part, I think it will be a while before we see another storm. Two days at least, and perhaps two weeks.

Today's agenda, let's see, calls for going up to Sugar Bowl early and skiing repeatedly down the slopes. Then I'll spend some time with Mom and Rich, and then, back to Dutch Flat for a party with Alex and Teri and Fred and whoever.

The radio reports that Mt. Aetna in Sicily erupted. My mom writes that she has a present for me that thrills her. Perhaps the present is a plane ticket to Europe and I will be able to go to see Aetna for myself. I could use a year or two in Europe. [...]

[Russell Towle's journal]


12/25/86   Just before dawn, fire murmurs, clouds glow color, coffee grows cooler, gas l mp hisses, and the “a” sticks stringently…

The e stern sky glows with extr vagant brightness, bright gold bene th the cloud-b nd suffused with blues, or nges, greys…

[...]

You know, dear diary, that despite my disbelief in astrology, I sometimes seem to witness quite clearly an invisible psychic link between people, a link which sometimes itself seems to exhibit connection to the World out There, that is, a sort of excitement is shared on Full Moon; and certain days just burst with joy, say, when sunny weather first holds sway after a storm, and we all feel it.

Well, these are not very convincing proofs of any real link.

It's just that at times—like today—I can feel the pressure of a general mood upon my psyche, or at least I seem to feel it—and of course an important difference inheres between actually and seemingly feeling something; and “feeling” is a bit amorphous to begin with, if we wish to be “scientific” about it.

Dear diary, not to snivel unduly, but you should realize that practically every word with an “a” has been a struggle to type; for the key flails forward to strike the page, but then just hangs there, usually, taking its own sweet time to get out of the way of other keys—so that often a tangled mess of keys must be pried back into position… ”

[...]

[Russell Towle's journal]


Date: Sun Dec 25 08:27:51 2005
To: Tony Mindling
From: Russell Towle
Subject: Re: Christmas Greetings from Cool
X-Attachments: :Macintosh HD :1101107:East_Knoll_102.JPG:
> Good Morning, Russell --
>
> I took a walk up the North Fork yesterday from the confluence, after stopping for a photo of the rising fog along the MF. A gorgeous morning, fresh, moist, and clean after the big rain of Thursday. Except for the NF, which was very turbid. The thunder of the Lake Clementine spillway greeted me from a mile away like a distant freeway as I rounded a point. Up closer the spilling water was brown and the lake itself was very turbid. I'm thinking that at high flows sediment that was dropped into the reservoir when the NF was running lower is remobilized. Here are three of the pics from my ramble.
>
> Have a great Christmas and a joyous New Year

Beautiful photos, thank you, Tony! And Merry Christmas, and so on!

The North Fork came up big again the other night, over 11000 cfs, and that is high enough to remobilize these little sand bars still around from last May 19th's flood event.

A picture taken last spring looking across Green Valley to Giant Gap, from east to west: at the east end of Green Valley is what I call East Knoll, here, with a grove of Kellogg's Black Oak in spring leaf.

Best regards,

Russell Towle

Looking westward across East Knoll, the southern pinnacles of Giant Gap at right.


December 24 (1977, 1978, 1979, 1985, 1987, 2002, 2006) Christmas Preparations (and non-preparation) ~
“New Trail? No!!!”

12/24/77 ~ sunny, almost clear. [...] went out to bogus point, which was nice, huge puffy cumulus crowding the sky, fantastic views of the pinnacles and lovers leap, and a faint ‘rainbow’ in giant gap ~ not a true ‘bow’ but a horizontal line that spanned the canyon about halfway down—the sun was an hour from the horizon when we saw it—it seemed to be developed in the moist air inhabiting green valley.

the canyon walls are steep near bogus point, and we contoured along below the rim, visiting a variety of bold outcrops of metamorphic rock, which took on an increasing schistose appearance as we neared the old river channel of stewart's gravel mine, etc. a fault crosses the canyon thereabouts and i imagine the relative schistocity of the bedrock is due to the shearing that generated the fault. i had hoped to visit canyon creek's waterfalls but we didn't have enough time. perhaps today i will see if neil and ron are into it. at some point i should go to grass valley, to my folks. the christmas get-together.”

[Russell Towle's journal]


12/24/78 [...]

yesterday morning i almost caught a pileated woodpecker with my 200mm lens, not far from my cabin. but he was too shy.

[...]

excellent music-making at neil’s. got into playing electric guitar at his place yesterday. good times. good friends. i'm feeling better about myself ~ ergo, i'm feeling better about everyone. a nagging worry that lovers leap may be despoiled by houses built nearby. that dutch flat will get too crowded.”

[Russell Towle's journal]



12/24/79 [...] back home around six-thirty, and just laid back. got a good rest and feel much better today, although i need to guard my condition. the snow turned to rain, all-night long, 2.70 inches, heavy winds.

[Russell Towle's journal]


December 24, 1985

“We spin remarkable fancies out of the competitive urges that race through our blood.” What an immortal phrase! Truly…

And yesterday I was considering another remarkable thing: moguls, and the skiing of moguls. Skiing begins (let's imagine) on a slope of undisturbed snow; repeated skiing of the slope and execution of turns gradually scrapes and heaps up snow into piles, “moguls;” and forces skiers to avoid the piles, cutting and scraping deeper each time between the piles, increasing relief further and further, until, eventually, the entire surface is composed of bumps and slicing hollows. A study of such slopes will then reveal that the size of the moguls and their various specific shapes depend upon certain variables, including steepness of slope, and so on. What intrigues me about the whole thing is that the skiers end up skiing on a slope of their own making; there is a recursive aspect to this, a mathematical oddness, that I find amusing and interesting. One's course downslope becomes increasingly determined by the effects of multitudes of previous “runs,” thus concentrating the erosive action of the skis still further, and accentuating the existing relief.

'Tis another sunny day, and another foggy day for the Sacramento-San Joaquin valleys, those poor suckers.

My second cup of coffee, my first joint, Christmas music on the radio. This year I've done absolutely nothing for Christmas: not a card, a present, for anyone. It feels good. I don't believe in Christ anyway. I do enjoy the “holiday spirit” but have always felt hassled by the whole rigmarole of exchanging gifts.

I need to lay in supplies today. Yesterday morning before going skiing I cut firewood; the new chain for my saw works wonders. There's more to be done today, splitting wood, hauling it to the cabin in my wheelbarrow (which is at the McClungs'), and some more cutting to open the trail to the spring.

I also need to fix my water line; a gate valve froze this fall and leaks. I've got the parts to fix it.

Later. I did fix my waterline; I did split wood; I did go to Colfax and shop [...] . I visited Alex and Teri; I got a card from Mom with a message that Carlos had called; I did return his call, and he invited me down to Berkeley to work on his barn-house. I would like to go and see him and hear of his travels in Africa.

Tomorrow I plan to go to Sugar Bowl, early, ski for the day, and spend time with Mom and Rich.

Now it's after dark; a full moon, or rather, a very nearly full moon, shines down; I will go out to the cliffs [...] The weather is amazingly warm, even at night, on this December 24th.

Finished the Cicero tape; then wandered the meadow for a while, to which I shall return once a good joint has been rolled. It is beautiful now, with the sun streaming in warmly, and I wish only to gaze and dream and smoke and sunbathe…

So I went and dreamed, but sunbathe I did little, for a strong north wind sprang up; I just wandered, and transplanted a few little cedars. Wandered the Eastern Domain, east of the Knoll, and scoped out some possible ski trails, for the old road is no longer usable. There is one very promising route, which requires considerable clearing of ceanothus—but what doesn't? A nice loop could be made, which would link the Eastern Domain with the Meadow and make for about a half-mile round trip.

That would be great; hope I'm not prophesying a monster storm or five, at least not this winter (or spring)—not unless I start making some money. No slack left now.

I've seen the Ridge blanketed beneath an easy five packed feet of snow, watched that melt back down to three, and then grow to five again… but I haven't yet seen the Ridge beneath ten feet of hard pack, and I'm sure it's been that way within the past century… in fact, the Ridge may well have seen fifteen feet within the century.

[...]

Just gazed out into the blue-shadowed canyon, the softly glowing sky and wondered how, amid all this inspiration and beauty, I could possibly avoid becoming a successful writer? Simply by not trying, that's how; I'm very good at that.”

[Russell Towle's journal]


12/24/87   Dawn; a very strong northeast wind, very strong and very cold, lashes the trees. Skies are clear.

Later; I listen to Borodin, read Froude, eat spaghetti with hot sauce, stare at my steadily wrinkling and balding reflection, watch stellar jays flit from branch to branch, listen in amazement to the roaring wind, note that the cold temperatures have brought birds down from the high country, birds which ordinarily wouldn't be kicking around.

I've been enjoying a renaissance of guitar playing, the first in years, and have spent hours every day at it. [...]

[Russell Towle's journal]


Date: Tue, 24 Dec 2002 15:24:55 -0800
To: North_Fork_Trails From: Russell Towle
Subject: New Trail? No!!
Cc: Ryan McCarthy


Hi all,
At http://www.sacbee.com/content/news/story/5688947p-6662384c.html
[Link no longer works]


is a story which ran in Monday’s Sacramento Bee. The text itself is included within this message, so you needn’t visit the Bee website unless you wish to see the two photos and the map.

As you will see, the trail, as proposed by Placer County District Five Supervisor Rex Bloomfield, would follow up the canyon of the North Fork American, closely paralleling the river. It is specifically envisioned as being five weet wide, and also as going through Giant Gap. It is intended for hiking, biking, and equestrian use. It would, I think, severely compromise the wildness, scenery and solitude of the North Fork American.

I have spoken with Supervisor Bloomfield, and written to him, about this trail, expressing my opposition. I have suggested possible alternative routes. I believe that, at the very least, no such new trail should be built within that reach of the canyon which contains the Wild & Scenic River “corridor.” Note I do not say, within the corridor itself. I say, not within the canyon itself.

I oppose the construction of this trail. It would be, for just one thing, such a terrible, terrible mistake to blast a trail through Giant Gap.

Here is the text of the article:
Hiking route through Sierra gets new life
Proposed Sacramento-to-Nevada trail wins support, $1.5 million.
By Ryan McCarthy — Bee Staff Writer Published 2:15 a.m. PST Monday, December 23, 2002


The hunt for a way through the wilderness of the American River didn’t end in the 19th century. Greg Wells is scouting the north fork of the river outside Auburn for a route for the proposed Capitol to Capitol Trail between Sacramento and Carson City, Nevada.

“You look at the terrain and try to find the best way through it,” said Wells, a retired park ranger working for Placer County. The trail will provide a route for hikers and horseback riders through some of Northern California’s more spectacular spots, including Giant Gap — an area about 12 miles northeast of Colfax described as “the Grand Canyon of the Sierra.”

With a history going back to the 1970s, the proposed trail has won new life with $1.5 million in state funding and support from a range of people, including the man who started a trail that circles Lake Tahoe.

“It’s a fantastic idea,” said Glenn Hampton, who helped create the Tahoe Rim Trail that opened last year. Hampton remembers talk of a trail between the California and Nevada capitols decades ago but said work on the 165-mile Tahoe Rim Trail may have diverted attention from the Capitol to Capitol Trail.

Treks into the Sierra wilderness will provide people with a kind of time machine, he said. “It’s almost like going back 100 or 200 years,” said Hampton.

The project is expected to use the American River Parkway in Sacramento and trails around Folsom Lake, but the Auburn area outside Lake Clementine will be new territory.


Named “Rio de los Americanos” when trappers such as Jedediah Smith reached it more than 150 years ago, the American River has its mild side next to Sacramento bikeways, but its also has wild, remote runs in the foothills and rugged mountains of the Sierra.

Consultant Wells, who started scouting the route in November, will work with a 10-member panel including trail advocates and environmental representatives to select the trail’s path.

Sunrise sky, clearing sky; Snow Mountain and Tinkers Knob as seen from Moody Ridge,
December 24, 2006