Showing posts with label 1999. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 1999. Show all posts

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


February 19 (1988, 1999, 2006)
Adulation. Of Planets. Of a Forceful Man

“2/19/88   Morning; today, as yesterday, strong northeast winds carouse through the groves, laurels and live oaks and pines and douglas firs shimmer and bow over in adulation; of what? What to adore in the west? Perhaps the wonderful array of planets which nowadays flash forth from the sunset skies: Venus? Mars? Tonight should be especially nice, since the moon is on the increase, and it shall have lagged into conjunction with the two brightest wanderers... I just returned from a ramble through the woods west of here, mostly below the cliffs...”

[Russell Towle's journal]


“February 19, 1999

Frank Olrich kayaking on the American River.
Photo by Eric Peach.
Yesterday I went to Frank Olrich’s funeral. Many people were there. The skies were cloudy and dark and threatening and as the services ended it began to rain. Frank was a real force for protecting the environment and especially the American River and he will be missed on that count as well as many others. Kelley was there but I didn’t get a chance to talk with her. Stood with Neil Gerjuoy. Some people there I knew, lots of people I didn’t know.

Later, I went to meeting with a Nevada County supervisor, and Dave Lawler, and various people from the You Bet/Chalk Bluff area, re Dave’s idea for a Preserve encompassing the main You Bet diggings. Tremendous rain storm as I left from here, cleared up as I arrived in Nevada City, got home about 6:30 P.M.”

[Russell Towle's journal]


Related Links 

This from Jordan Fisher Smith's excellent book about the Auburn State Recreation Area, Nature Noir, [http://www.naturenoir.com/ ]:
“A couple of months before his death, Frank Olrich had come to the ranger station with an idea about forming a group of volunteer docents he called the Canyon Keepers, who would offer the sort of nature walks that the beleaguered rangers didn't have time to do. Today, Canyon Keepers is an official state park volunteer association, and as many as sixty people have been showing up for some of its guided hikes.”
Website for Auburn State Recreation Area Canyon Keepers (ASRACK):
[http://www.canyonkeepers.org ]
“The Auburn State Recreation Area Canyon Keepers (ASRACK) is a volunteer group that promotes healthy recreation by providing assistance and information for visitors to the state park. They organize hikes, conduct trail maintenance, provide guided history walks, and assist the professional ranger staff through volunteer work.”
The Sierra Nevada Alliance, dedicated its first major publication to Frank's memory:
[http://www.sierranevadaalliance.org/]
“This book is dedicated to the memory of Auburn-area environmental activist, Frank Olrich, who used his incredible gifts of positive thinking and “optimism beyond belief” to bring members of his community together to protect the watersheds they love.”
Frank Olrich at Tamaroo Bar on the American River, west of Auburn
(Photo by Mark Leder-Adams)
More about Tamaroo ~

[From the PARC newsletter, Winter 2000,
http://www.parc-auburn.org/newsletters/winter2000pg2.html
]

1850's Auburn to Coloma Gold Rush Trail Resurrected
By Eric Peach

With John Krogsrud as our guide, Paula and myself walked the trail in late afternoon watching the sunset from the trail. It was like being in a fairytale. Lush ferns and mosses evoked J.R.R. Tolkein's mythical forests where "shadows lay by night and day, and dark things crept beneath." We did see evidence of bear all along the trail! Former Auburn State Recreation Area Trails Advisory Group member John Krogsrud rediscovered the remnant of a Gold Rush era trail that runs through the heart of the proposed American River Confluence Parkway (ARC Park). Using an older version of the USGS Auburn quadrangle map John spotted the trail as a single dashed black line crossing the river on the map. Using the map and a lot of intuition, honed by years of searching for obscure American River trails, John was able to piece the trail together. Historic research in the Placer Herald links the trail to Tamaroo Bar, named for the "Ship Tahamaroo" which brought the first miners around Cape Horn to San Francisco in 1849. Some of the men on the ship began their mining endeavors at this location on the American River. A ferry crossing was established at Tamaroo Bar in 1852 by Thomas Williams linking the Auburn to Coloma trails during the Gold Rush years.

Tamaroo Bar was one of the favorite haunts of the late Frank Olrich. He was able to identify "Tamaroo" as an Australian word meaning rowdy. What an appropriate name for one of the first named mining bars on the American near Auburn!

The Placer County remnant of the trail now begins at the Mountain Quarry Railroad grade near Robie Point - switching along a good well built path to the river above Tamaroo Bar. Swimming or wading is the only river crossing option now. The trail then meanders rather steeply through canyon ravines and live oak forest. Occasionally rock has been stacked to make the footing better, but often the path is just a deep impression in the forest floor. Eventually the trail emerges into a rolling blue oak woodland between pointed rocks and Knickerbocker. At this point the trail connecta with the Olmstead Loop Trail about a mile from Cool. Every paradise has its price and Tamaroo Trail's is poison oak. While John and friends have been clearing the path on and off for several years potent poison oak extracts a scratchy tribute.
An aerial view may be seen here:
http://wikimapia.org/4351432/Tamaroo-Bar-site

The Pinnacle Ridge, south arm of Giant Gap with a dusting of snow, February 19, 2006


February 13 (1980, 1987, 1999, 2006)
Slogging for Gold, Blessed by Manzanita

“2/13/80 ~ before dawn... hamburger hands after another mining foray, to green valley this time ~ what a change has been wrought by the flood in january ~ large alders uprooted or snapped like twigs ten feet above the present water line ~ i was wending my way through the rack and ruin of alder groves along the edge when i came to a place where a small side stream trickled through the boulder piles along this bank and noted a lot of black sand in the area. so i set up my sluice box and worked a few hours. very good color ~ a few clinkers i could pick up with my fingers. many of the flakes had a lovely red hue covering part of their surface.

the long slog back out was a l-o-o-ng slog in my soaked tennies & jeans but manzanita has begun to bloom and the sweet scent was rapturous

[...]

the day before yesterday i took charles and charlotte out to lover's leap. they hadn't been before, and though the canyon was drab under cloudy skies, we enjoyed it [...]”

[Russell Towle's journal]


“2/13/87   Full moon and Friday the Thirteenth; finished a letter to the Beckwitts of the Forest Issues Task Force today, mailing it after having made copies for Newsom and myself. Ran into Dave Black in Dutch Flat, and he gave me the front section of yesterday's SF Chronicle, which contained a short article and photograph about the Lovers Leap Oak; I received mention, in the second paragraph. The article was on page seven. Wow... I've really hit the big time. Maybe some tree-loving Maecenas will endow me with a lifelong gratuity.

[...]”

[Russell Towle's journal]


“February 13, 1999

Health is more or less restored, except that I am often depressed and sleep more than usual. I haven't been out hiking since early January. [...]

I am still working, in a very unsustained manner, on the Petrified Forest booklet, and also on a letter to the Supervisors et. al. on open space in Placer County.

Lots of storms lately and hard to keep enough firewood on hand.”

[Russell Towle's journal]


Blooming Manzanita
February 13, 2006

About Manzanita
[from Wikipedia]
Manzanita is a common name for many species of the genus Arctostaphylos. They are evergreen shrubs or small trees present in the chaparral biome of western North America, where they occur from southern British Columbia, Washington to California and New Mexico in the United States, and throughout much of northern and central Mexico. They are characterized by smooth, orange or red bark and stiff, twisting branches. There are 106 species of manzanita, 95 of which are found in the Mediterranean climate and colder mountainous regions of California, ranging from ground-hugging coastal and mountain species to small trees up to 20 feet (6m) tall. Manzanitas bloom in the winter to early spring and carry berries in spring and summer. The berries and flowers of most species are edible.


January 26 (1978, 1982, 1999)
The Generosity of Existence

“1/26/78  [...]  yesterday ron, neil, gary, and i hiked down to the river again. we left directly from ron's house and descended the ridge below casa loma to the large knoll at the head of green valley. dropping on down to an old trail about a hundred feet above the river, we encountered some fine exposures of marble with interesting plications. we followed the trail up the river, eventually reaching the euchre bar bridge and the confluence of the north fork and the n. fk. of the n. fk. some fine cascades along the river. ron and i continued up the north fork a little ways and returned via the iron point-euchre bar trail. a glorious sunset. today is nice and sunny.”


“1/26/82    Early morning. Cigarette and coffee. A mysterious tone, like a deeply-pitched marimba key or the tones arrived at by rubbing the edge of a champagne glass, but very deep ~ repeated about once every two seconds, of about 1/2 to 1 second duration, appearing to originate outside the cabin. So early, so dark, so rainy, that I won't bestir myself to track it down; indeed I luxuriate in the generosity of an existence that provides so many mysteries, that I can waste opportunities to unravel their tangles and reveal the knots that bind them to the fabric of existence.

It's early. Dark. The two rains wash the cabin ~ the one original rain, with its barrages of small drops; and the derivative rain falling from the oak branches high above the cabin, with its larger, louder drops typing over the page of my roof, secret messages from the ether, if I had ears to hear.

If this had been snow, I would have weeks on end of skiing in and out of my cabin to look forward to. As it is, the past few days have been warm, and the snow had been melting rapidly; the rain should knock it down even faster. Moody Ridge road is rapidly deteriorating on the grade next to Hartze. A soft trench has been churned down into the roadbed below the snow; it would be lovely if the first quarter mile of Moody Ridge road were paved. It would be lovely if the Green Valley Trail was forgotten by the General Public.

Strong winds, no hint of dawn. New messages composed and typed with reckless abandon on the roof. Extremely rapid key-work; only a demonic energy could manage such outbursts.

Blue-green algae very happy in the sunshine, click together into mandalas, big grin on their faces.

Now sleet, goddamn it, tapping its code on the big window, little clinking clicks or clicking clinks, and it ain't supposed to be ~ I want rain, rain, rain, rain to erase the snow below the 4200‘contour. For a while. I want to bring my wheelbarrow back from the McClungs.

[...]

~ Night... hmmm; how to put it? That it was a stormy day, rain and sleet splattering down in cool steadiness, the big brushes of pine needles bent and waving in the wind, singing their mournful tunes. That I skied out in the Slush and the Sleet and got Pretty Wet before I reached my Toyota. Slurped on out Moody Ridge road and sped in to D.F. to find my mailbox empty yet another day...”


“1/26/99  [...]  I have also been corresponding with TNF about the Towle Brothers Railroad and the possibilities of making a trail along its course; I have shown Bill Slater, one of their archaeologists, over the section from Bear River up to Lowell Hill Ridge. Perhaps something will come of this.

I continue to work on developing a trail connecting Lovers Leap to the Gold Run Diggings and Garrett Road, and have done a little trail work at the Lovers Leap end, and quite a lot at the Gold Run Diggings end. Recently I have been doing a lot of exploring in search of an old trail leading to Bogus Point from Canyon Creek, which I hypothesize once existed, and the main problem has been that there are many old trails here and there on that slope. On my last trip, just before the flu struck, I found an extremely promising trail forking off from the main Canyon Creek Trail near the first waterfall vista point.

[Russell Towle's journal]


Snow on Moody Ridge, January 26, 2002


April 19 (1978, 1981, 1986, 1999, 2005)
Quintessential Spring

In the N. Fk. American canyon
near the Canyon Creek confluence.
April 19, 2005
“4/19/78 ~ sunset. a heavy cloud cover and strong winds all day; i worked on the sleeping loft, and it is all paneled now. a brief trip into dutch flat to get food, during which there came a brief thunderstorm, hail, incredibly intense rain. now the clouds cap the ridges, as always giant gap and the south rim of the canyon being enveloped first, moody ridge and the north rim lagging.”

[Russell Towle's journal]


“4/19/81 Rainy morning…

Went to the pinnacles Thursday with Terry and Rita, two friends of Marsha. It was a nice excursion, with several eagle sightings. I managed to lock the keys in the car just before we left, which was an adventure in itself: poking twigs in around corners of the rear windows to release the catch. We got it after about an hour.”

[Russell Towle's journal]


“April 19, 1986 Saturday morning. Sunny and cool; quintessential Spring. Yesterday Bob Pfister and I went down to Smart's Crossing [on the Bear River] and did some work on the road. The river is still very high, much higher than I would've thought; I wonder if a release was happening or perhaps more than the usual amount of water was being run through Drum powerhouse.”

[Russell Towle's journal]


“April 19, 1999…

Yesterday Greg & I took my dad down to the Indiana Hill Pit, just following the old road down, then into the diggings and through the tunnel. He enjoyed it and did pretty well for an old guy.”

[Russell Towle's journal]


In the N. Fk. American canyon near the Canyon Creek confluence.
April 19, 2005


November 30 (1977, 1979, 1980, 1986, 1999, 2001)
Ascent of Spooky Tooth
or, “I grip the rocks tightly when on thousand-foot cliffs.”

“11/30/77   sunrise, moody ridge. [...] we went out to moody ridge to see the Big Oak grove near lovers leap. i took my tape measure and we measured some of the huge oaks and pines. the oaks were black oaks. the largest measured thirty feet in circumference and was a double tree, with two main trunks fused together for about six feet above the ground. the tree trunk measured twelve feet in one direction and five in the other. we also measured a 20' circumference and several fifteen footers. also several 15' circ. ponderosa pines.”


“11/30/79   [...] jon came and picked me up and we went over to put the finishing touches on my new truck—all that was left was to final-adjust the clutch and final-adjust the hood. soon jon noticed that the clutch was... ”
[The entry continues in the scanned page below, in which  Russell goes on to describe his climb of ‘Spooky Tooth’—which he'd previously dubbed ‘absolute ultimate spire’ in his labeled drawing of the Pinnacles Ridge on 11/18/79. This is the furthest north spire of the ridge, which forms the southern rib of Giant Gap. See it also in the photograph on that page; it is the furthest pinnacle from the camera.]
Click to enlarge.
Water flow calculations, considering hydroelectric power potential of his spring flow.
November 30, 1979. Click to enlarge.
 [Russell Towle's journal]


“11/30/80   Morning. Fog and rain. And the end of an epoch. Finally, after years of living without, I have a shower. And I took my first one yesterday afternoon ~ washed my hair and shaved and soaked up and scrubbed down. So good! So good!

However, every silver lining… It still won't thermosiphon, and my primitive ram pump—a manually operated ram-pump (cold faucet at sink)—is not satisfactory. Although it did lead to whimsical speculation that if I ever did want to pump the water through the Holly instead of relying on thermosiphon, I could install a double-acting ram pump driven by either overflow water from my present tank or, for continuous operation, by water from the other big spring. Only drawback would be the clanking sound of a ram in operation. And the discharge water—where to dump it?

[...]

Just tried to bleed possible air in the system by opening the union slightly at the check valve. Warm water came through, no bubbles. But still, no circulation unless I do the faucet trick.”

[Russell Towle's journal]


“11/30/86 Sunday morning at sunrise; skies have cleared and today promises to be heavenly.

[...]

Ah, well, it is going to be a great day. Last night I actually slept. Today I may go out to Lovers Leap with Bill and friends [...]

Had to park the Toyota out by the tracks last night. Too slippery, I have absolutely zero tread on my back wheels. Hope good ol' [name] hasn't thrashed it or something.

I'm somehow not prepared to endure another winter here under the same old conditions, but there is no alternative in sight.“

[Russell Towle's journal]


“11/30/99

[...]

The Desert Star timber harvest has been stopped for now. Mercury contamination.

[...]

Today is stormy. A lot of son this November tho.”

[Russell Towle's journal]


“11/30/01

A stormy period, with some snow on the ground and more on its way a few days ago Ed Stadum and I hiked the Canyon Creek Trail down to the North Fork, Ed's first time. He is over from Austria, returning soon.

Night-before-last, one of my weird nightmares about roads and houses in Green Valley, such as I have had for over twenty years. This one was worse than most for it included the death of my son Greg, with one of my “can't turn the light on”-type scenes, in which I was paralyzed, unable to help Greg, and could only manage a kind of hoarse moan or croak of agony. Also in the dream, the road into Green Valley had marvelous blocks of gleaming serpentine, like polished jade with little veins and seams of a white mineral, all as glossy and rich as could be; and the roadcut had penetrated the veins of “sparkly rock” or drusy quartz which seem somewhat common.

Recently there have been rumors of someone buying a parcel or parcels in Green Valley and asking about building a road down there.

A wonderful day at home with Janet and Greg yesterday. Janet is 12 now. So tall.

I am transcribing articles from the 1862-63 DF Enquirer. Another book of excerpts in mind, but this one, with more of my own comments and explanations.”

[Russell Towle's journal]



October 17 (1975, 1976, 1986, 1999, 2005)
“Like some impossibly skinny bear"

“10/17/75    was up before dawn, and saw venus for the first time in several months. a white blaze on the forehead of eternity. brewed some coffee and played guitar until sunrise. then puttered about with the clippers, routing a trail into cabañita from the boulderfield spot—hereafter to be know as ‘boulderfield’—and then took another look at the hole. threw some more rocks in to listen to the plunk. it still looked suspiciously like a tunnel. so i started casting about for sign, and found it immediately: an ancient broken woodstove, completely in pieces. one of them said: ‘Wager & Fales. Troy, N.Y GOLDEN GATE Patented 1861’ and i found a square nail. since there is no considerable tailing pile, the tunnel probably goes in only a short ways.

always, always the sound of acorns dropping. as i look out over the deep canyons and massive ridges. ten thousand acorns drop with every breath.

~ a warm afternoon. dancing pools of light on the floor. no bird sounds. tho now that i listen, distant nuthatches, a woodpecker, a remote rooster. [...]

this is the time of the dying-back to protect the plant, storing the food-energy for next spring and the growing of new leaves, the flowering and setting of fruit. the pines show dead needles on every tuft, the light reddish brown giving them an odd, rusty appearance. oaks are starting to turn, but need cold weather to really get flaming. the indian hemp plants out at canyonland are beautiful right now. there should be some festival to commemorate this time of year. the harvest moon draws near. the maidu indians held some of their main dances and ‘big times’ at this time of year.

[...]

oh! life is sweet for a modern day explorer! i paw my way through the brush like some impossibly skinny bear, and find inconceivable things in wait for me! islands of water arising from lakes of stone! birds who browse, and singing deer! a star where a mountain should be, and a mountain in heaven!”

[Russell Towle's journal]


“10/17/76   dawn and then a bit more, in canyonland. many nuthatches speaking. [...] jim rife gave me a couple of windows to use, which i hope to make frames for, trim down a bit, and use in the loft. what ...


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“10/17/86   Evening, Friday evening at home. Thunderstorms rage and rain pounds down. Harder and harder. Now the lightning strikes diminish but the rain increases. Hmmm. Lightning just struck about five hundred feet away while I wrote the above.

But they do diminish, for the sun has set, and the great engines of erections have lost their fuel.

Lightning just struck again, perhaps one thousand feet west, and surely hit a tree on my property. How dare it.

I went out to the cliffs and watched the lightning strike upcanyon several times, until rain drove me back. But while there I noticed strong airflow across the top of Moody Ridge above, from northwest to southeast; and just to the lee of the ridge, the clouds seemed all upboiling, there seemed to be a tuck in the center of a great roiling mass wherein vast quantities of fog were engulfed; and I imagined lofty towers rearing high and white into the sunshine far above, the result of... strong vertical development...

So I drink coffee, smoke bud, and luxuriate in the warmth emitted from a large ceanothus integerrimus root burl in the stove...Rain taps insistently on the roof, plays inscrutable rhythms... of course many of the drums impacting upon this roof are of secondary nature; they fall from the oaks above.

Muttering thunder.
Mehercules!

Now the rain subsides too, the great engines of erection have lost their fuel.

And as I write, another great stroke of lightning plunges into the canyon beside me.

It is dark now. Still rain. Still muttering. The great engines of erection are at an idle.”

[Russell Towle's journal]


“10/17/99

No Giant Gap traverse this fall, tho the weather has been great. Last Saturday I hiked into Sailor Meadow with Dave Lawler and his friends Hans & Cynthia and their son Brent.

[...]

Public meeting in DF [Dutch Flat] about timber harvest proposed on 125-acre Desert Star Group parcel in the diggings north of DF. CDF officials in attendance. I startled them with information about mercury contamination of the site. Wrote letters to follow up. Called Star Water Quality Control Board people.”

[Russell Towle's journal]


Date: Mon Oct 17 17:07:10 2005
To: "Henry Calanchini"
From: Russell Towle
Subject: RE: The Sawbug, Revisited; Mumford Bar
>Hi Russell,
>
>I've been reading Thirteen Moons after reading your reference to it in a
>recent missive. I'm enjoying the book very much. I'm curious which trail
>Rattlesnake used to get from the canyon rim into and out of Green Valley?
>I've been down the Green Valley Trail on the south side of the river several
>times and the Euchre Bar Trail a number of times as well. My Northern CA
>Delorme atlas-gazeteer shows a trail leading from Casa down to Green Valley
>and then crossing the river about a mile downstream of the Euchre Bar
>bridge. Is that the trail and is there still a bridge down there?
Rob Johnson used the north-side Green Valley Trail from Moody Ridge down to the river.

This trail shows on the USGS Dutch Flat 7.5 minute quad.

Rob used to stop by my place (I live near the trail) on his way in and out.


September 30 (1975, 1976, 1978, 1979, 1985, 1999, 2001, 2005) Tone-Clusters of the Manzanita Song

“9/30/75   late at night, crickets thrilling choruses to the stars, reciting mystic anthems to the New World. the elaborate tone-clusters of the manzanita song.

here—the west slope of the Sierra. an enormous block of the earth's crust, extending four hundred miles from northwest to southeast, from around mt. lassen to a ways south of whitney. so the west slope is really this southwest slope; a plane uptilted and consequently cut by rivers into a maze of deep canyons; in my mind's eye I stand on a dividing ridge and look southeast and, across a series, a multitude of other divides, with the great shadowy cracks between them, and their skin of forest and brushland, the elaborate tone-clusters of the manzanita music ringing just about everywhere ~

[…] ”

[Russell Towle's journal]


“9/30/76 ~ early morning, like 2 a.m. this cold has me in a weird place. [...] i ate many grapes today, and drank grapefruit juice… knelt on the dirt of broken orchard and nibbled them right off the spreading vines… the sky is clear now. i saw a meteor tonight that seemed the largest of any i've ever seen. wobbled through the atmosphere. tomorrow i should go out to the ridge and work, if i can focus.”

[Russell Towle's journal]


“9/30/78 [...] i walked home, up behind sons of norway to moody ridge road and back to the gap. it was dark by the time i got here, and although the air temperature was pleasantly cool as i ambled through alta and up the north slope of moody ridge, when i walked through the nary red gap and reached the n. fk. side of the ridge, the air temperature must have risen about five or ten degrees. i took off my shirt for the last part of the walk.

heard two flocks of geese go by yesterday while working, saw one. lovely. [...]”

[Russell Towle's journal]


“9/30/79   afternoon in my cabin. 80°. sunny, hazy, dreamy canyon. yesterday neil & susan & dana & i went out to big valley bluff. afternoon shadows were lengthening in the Royal Gorge. a few puffy cumulus showed rain bands beneath them, but none reached the ground.

a day to myself. i am feeling good about my life these days. these good old days. it’s the first week of fall and winter’s shadow lengthens rapidly. shadows wax and wane as well as moons. i wax and wane… guitar playing continues, over the years, to be a joyful and challenging habit. words. i wonder why i write anymore.”

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“September 30, 1985

Dawn. The chainsaws buzz at the clear-cut across the canyon. That makes me so mad; it will be visible from Casa Loma, Iron Point, and here; the absence of trees will be visible from Lovers Leap. [...] ”

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“September 30, 1999 [...]

I've been working on the New Pool, cutting out an ellipse in the volcanic ash, also Greg and I started work on a new trail to the New Pool which forks off from the Cliff trail [...]

I've had a hankering to hike and swim through Giant Gap and come out on Canyon Creek Trail to Garrett Road. But haven't done so. Time running out. Hot weather recently but not for too much longer I shouldn't think.”

[Russell Towle's journal]


“9/30/01

Sunday night. A strange and terrible time, with the terrorist attacks on the World Trade Center in New York, and the Pentagon in Washington. And in the meantime, things have gone poorly with our attempts to secure Wilderness designation for Placer County's last roadless areas. The group with which I have worked on this, American River Wildlands, was taken by surprise by the negative attitude of our District 5 supervisor, Rex Bloomfield. Rex was more or less given carte blanche by Sen. Boxer's staff, to decide the final boundaries of the proposed wilderness areas. And he ended up slicing them up according to motorcycle and mountain bike usage. So it doesn't look as though we will be able to support Rex's version of the boundaries and our areas will not be in Boxer's bill. I have been advocating wilderness designation for the North Fork American for over 25 years, and was hoping that at last it would come to be. My e-mail records my efforts over the past year on this.

[...]

Yesterday Dave Lawler, his friend Prudence, and I, climbed Castle Peak. A lovely summery day. Still a tiny patch of snow up there.”

[Russell Towle's journal]

More Photos from the Castle Peak Hike 
September 30, 2001

Castle Peak with its "battlements"—view from the south.
Castle Peak summit crags
Pyroclastic flows, northside
View northwest from the Castle Peak summit, along the ridge to Basin Peak
Mustang  Mint
(Monardella lanceolata)


Compare with this photo, of the flower head in late bloom state:
http://calphotos.berkeley.edu/cgi/img_query?enlarge=0000+0000+0811+0128


Date: Fri Sep 30 20:06:51 2005
To: Ron_Gould, Catherine_O‘Riley, Jerry Rein, Alex
From: Russell Towle
Subject: South China Trail
X-Attachments: :Macintosh HD :18:South_China.JPG:
[This map image is also displayed on the September 28 page, here]
Hey Ron, Catherine, Jerry, Alex,

Today (Friday) Jerry and I drove back out to Sawtooth Ridge, took the lower (new) Sawtooth Road, and parked where a road right switches back sharply to the northeast (see map, attached).

So, we parked at about 4500' elevation and walked down the logging road, built in the early 1960s (I guess) and regraded in the early-mid 1990s by SPI.

That's the blue line on the—my track record—but my batteries ran low in my GPS so I switched it off and only turned it back on to record waypoints.


The black line I drew in shows known parts of the South China Trail. There is only one big gap left, east and above Snake Point. Then there is a ridgecrest route without blazes which I am 90% confident is the true line of the trail, but still have some doubts.

Snake Point is an amazing viewpoint, you could make a trip out there just to visit that one place. But watch out for rattlers.

The road continues to drop northeast of Snake Point and there is enough tree cover that my GPS is a little off and shows the blazes near the log deck (marked "LOG DECK) as at or above the 4200' contour, the blazes are more likely a little below that contour.

The letters "B" mark approximate positions of TNF blazes.

The waypoint marked "ROAD" is a blaze along the road below and north of the log deck. Then, a little ways further down the road, another big tree holds a blaze, significantly, facing uphill across the road, not up or down the road.

So we interpreted that blaze to mean that the trail goes down right exactly there. We were right but it cost a lot of trouble to verify that. It actually goes down and to the west. But we went more straight down—Ron, remember how that one TNF map shows the trail paralleling a ravine?—so we kept on switching back and forth, east and west, from that particular ravine, on the east (it drops down near the "M" of "Many Blazes"), to the west, but, as it turned out, never far enough west. We finally got into TNF Section 26 and left the damn logging behind. A wonderful patch of forest, with huge Douglas Fir, and an obviously good line for a trail but no blazes, and no trail. So we bore west and finally found blazes, right at the top of the last steep drop to the NFNFAR. The trail was then obvious and, following Forest Service protocol, there were no more blazes.

We dropped down the trail to the river and hit the big camp with the slate benches above the pool where Ron and I saw the otter last summer. A miner's tarp storage cabin-thing is directly on the line of the trail near the river, blocking the trail itself. Quite a bit of garbage around this Slate Camp.

We had high hopes of following the trail back up from where we found the blazes, but although we managed to follow those blazes for a little ways, all too soon we were back in Section 25. Owned by SPI. So it was not trees with blazes, it was stumps.

Still, we were careful. We scouted widely back and forth, gradually climbing. Everything drew us east, where we had earlier descended through a magical forest, without a single blaze, but nevertheless directly beneath the "last blaze on the road, above" (the "uphill-pointing" blaze)).

But I felt 'west' deserved a close look. The "ridge closest west to the TNF-map ravine" was still west of me. And I knew there was a major log deck over that way. Yuck. Still I walked over there and immediately noted some large stumps on the crest of the ridge; if the South China Trail was following a "ridge course" here, these very trees would have held the blazes—and a skid trail went up the ridge crest—so I walked on up and eventually, lo!, I discovered a large blaze.

Sometimes this ridge skid-trail forked, and I would have to check out each fork, for none had blazes, and then decide which was the "true" line of the South China.

This all worked out for I found more and even larger blazes, above. So I had picked the correct skid trail. I had left the ridge and was climbing to the east.

And it gradually climbed east to a point 50 feet below the "last blaze on the road, above," where no smallest sign of the trailbed exists, surely because so much debris was bladed over the edge during road construction and reconstruction, above.

Still, we had found the true line of parts of the South China Trail. The parts known are drawn in black.

I put ?? on the map where I do not know the exact course of the trail.

Most of the South China Trail is now either a logging road, or a logging skid trail.

It intersects the High Sawtooth Road, the Old Road, near Point 5094' elevation, lower right on the map. There is an old TNF 4X4 sign post lying there— no sign boards. And in the forest a few steps, there is another missing sign. And a bunch of blazes.

Howsoever, don't you think the South China Trail could be restored for foot use? If so, and then TNF purchased Section 25 (now SPI), then, in fifty years or so, with, one hopes, some cool fires in the interval (burning the slash up and thinning the forest), one might almost have the same experience as I.T. Coffin, in 1863.

That is one pretty canyon, and a marvelous river. We saw a giant bird, maybe an owl or hawk or eagle, flap ponderously away down the river. From one tree to another.

Cheers,

Russell Towle


Date: Fri Sep 30 23:41:36 2005
To: Ron Gould
From: Russell Towle
Subject: Re: South China Trail


It would be fun to do the whole trail, from Lost Camp to Sawtooth, or the other way, and if we could get someone to drive us out to Sawtooth, and then also leave a vehicle at Lost Camp, well, that would be nice.

We did cover a lot of ground today, with all that scouting side to side. Jerry almost went far enough west to find the true line of the trail (tho he was no good at seeing blazes), on our way down [...]

Yes, the trail as I mapped it is not a terribly good match for the easement language.

I saw some more three-high surveying blazes today. Up on Upper Sawtooth Road.

But no—the trail could not continue uphill from the "uphill facing blaze" on the road. Not only is it too steep, but only a hundred yards or so up the road is another blaze, showing that the road itself was cut into the trail. That is, the point marked "ROAD" is a blaze-point on the road, just up the road from the uphill-facing blaze, and moreover, the blaze is on both sides of its tree—facing up and the road and down the road. A two-blaze tree.

That area is pretty torn up by logging.

In the well-defined lower section, on TNF land above the river, there is one bad tangle of fallen trunks which is forcing bears and people off the trail. A chainsaw is almost mandatory to fix it (it might barely be possible for a couple of men to heave the stuff down the hill). I remember that exact spot from exploring up there with Dave Lawler.

Up by the upper log deck about 4200' the trail makes a switchback onto a different logging road. Today I was able to find one new blaze up higher on that road. But we were out of time, I would have tried to close the gap up to the Lower Sawtooth Road if we'd had more time.

Oh yeah one more note: if the road is followed down from Lower Sawtooth, past the last, uphill-facing blaze, it ends almost immediately and there is the ravine we see on the map and just beyond is a possible cross-country route to the Gorge of Many Gorges, where you could maybe contour along and then pick your way down near the confluence of Fulda. Might be in fact the easiest possible approach to the Gorge.



August 29 (1982, 1999, 2003)
Faint Trails

“8/29/82   [...] A swiftly moving storm came in and now it is overcast with light rain. Not yet enough to lay the dust, but it looks promising. [...]

Now the rain makes a steady drum on the roof; the ground is wet, dust laid. The light wanes; days are changing quickly now, approaching the solstice. [...]

Still no word from Gray.”

[Russell Towle's journal]


“August 29, 1999

Sunday afternoon. Today I went out to Indiana Hill and followed Indiana Ravine down from the end of the road, opening up an old road and trail with my clippers. I had found in a book by J Ross Browne in the “Making of America” internet project, a description of the claims at Gold Run in 1867; and it was mentioned that Indiana Ravine was fitted with tail sluices like those in Canyon Creek and elsewhere. So I thought it worth a look. The road/trail along the west side of the ravine seems to more or less end at the top of the first waterfall. Then explored east, and found another trail which seemed to descend. Quite faint. The day was hot and I was already tired and sweaty so I saved it for another, cooler day. There seems to be a trail paralleling the creek on the east as well as west in part of the upper section.”

[Russell Towle's journal]


Big Bend-Devils Peak II
[North Fork Trails blogpost, August 30, 2003 (about an August 29 excursion):
http://northforktrails.blogspot.com/2003/08/big-bend-devils-peak-ii.html ]
Friday Ron Gould and I returned to the problematic Big Bend-Devils Peak Trail. A few weeks ago  we had followed it from Big Bend, climbing slowly east and south to a point south of Troy, on the railroad. [Find that description within the 2003 segment on the July 30 page.] We had found it intact, but overgrown, where it traversed Tahoe National Forest lands, and almost entirely obliterated by logging, but possible to follow, we thought, across Section 35 into Section 36.

This trail is on the 1962 TNF map of the Foresthill and Big Bend ranger districts.


On Friday we drove to near Kingvale and took the road south from near Donner Trail elementary school, which leads in to Devils Peak and Huntley Mill Lake. We parked just below the railroad, near a recent "No Trespassing" sign hung over the road by Sinnock Properties, a real estate company out of Grass Valley. Walking up and across the tracks, we soon reached a fork right and climbed 150 feet or so over a quarter mile to the plateau where we had ended our explorations last time.


From here we struck up the hill and south, aiming towards a certain pass between the broad shallow valley of the South Yuba and the deeps of the North Fork American, said pass containing Nancy Lake. The 1962 map shows the trail bending in and out of the ravine north of Nancy Lake. We hoped to find some unlogged terrain and undisturbed stretches of trail. Ron scouted high and I scouted low as we traversed rocky slopes of glaciated granite, flanking the ravine. Other than some unusual blazes, and some plausible trail alignments, we saw nothing. In the ravine we put our packs down and started ranging far more widely, hoping to pick up the trail, and fully expecting to find blazes on trees.

However, crossing the ravine to the east, we found an area thrashed by logging, bulldozers having scrambled up and down and everywhere, and noted the utter impossibility of surely identifying any part of the trail. Eventually we grabbed our packs and wandered south to Nancy Lake, then climbed to a granite plateau dotted with tarns, most dry, and then returned to Nancy Ravine, and began scouting to the east. Now Ron ran low and I went high.

In such an exploration one has to wander and veer from side to side, and we did all the right things, and really covered the hillside well, until, at last, I started climbing higher and higher on the little mountain (call it Nancy Hill) between Nancy Lake and Devils Peak, around which the trail made a broad arc. I climbed farther and higher than I thought the trail could possibly be found, just to make sure, and then—a blaze.

Ron was not even within hailing distance. I continued east and found many blazes, ancient, blurred with time. Soon the trail coincided with a logging road, from a harvest some 40 years ago, in which only the very largest trees had been cut, and most of the blazed trees along the trail had been left alone. Following this road-trail, I descended into more-recently-logged terrain, in which many but not all the blazed trees had been cut, and once again, a road had been cut directly into the line of the trail.

At last the road-trail dropped to the edge of a large meadow. Skirting the north edge of the meadow, I reached the road to Devils Peak, right on the section line north of the peak itself, which was but a quarter-mile away. Here I sat in the shade and waited for Ron, who arrived shortly. He had found the latter part of the road but hadn't seen any blazes.

Devils Peak, from the Old Emigrant Trail, northwest of the mountain.
We had lunch and rested. On the way back, we actually found an undisturbed section of the old trail, as it rounded Nancy Hill. The trail was as we had seen it a couple miles west, on TNF lands, broad and well-defined, that is, a major trail. There were great views across the upper South Yuba basin, Castle and Basin peaks in view, and the ridges above the Lola Montez lakes, etc.

With high hopes we followed the broad old trail west. However, as soon as it left the rocky unforested area, and entered a forested area, it was erased, completely, by logging. Often a skid trail or minor haul road seemed likely to have been cut into the line of the old trail, but I don't recall that we saw more than a couple blazes, over this half-mile back to Nancy Ravine.

At the ravine, we gave up on the old trail, and made our way north to the road we'd hiked up in the morning, and tromped on down and drove home.

We have now followed the Big Bend-Devils Peak Trail from Big Bend to Devils Peak, over at least 80% of its length, and have found that this trail, like too many others (the Big Valley, Sugar Pine Point, Monumental Creek, Mears Meadow, and other trails come to mind), has been for all intents and purposes obliterated.

This trail made a very gentle climb to the base of Devils Peak from Big Bend. It was broad and well-suited to people and stock. I wonder how many people are still alive who hiked this lovely old trail before it was wrecked again and again by logging.

Footnote: while trying to find out about Sinnock Properties on the internet, I did find that some very large parcels have recently sold over in Upper Jones Valley, north of Cisco Grove, in Nevada County. One is over 1000 acres, the other, 640 acres. At least one has already had a "Minor Subdivision" map filed. These parcels include parts of the ridge-line above I-80 north of Big Bend. We could end up with some view-hogging palaces up there.


July 24 (1981, 1987, 1999, 2003)
"Leave No Trace" timber harvesting (What a concept!)

“7/24/81 After four showers in as many days I'm very clean. I tackled another project and fixed the main water tank at the spring. Ran some redwood 2x12 around the top and mortared the cracks. Now all I need is a 3'x5' piece of plywood for the door... also, I ran poly pipe the rest of the way to the garden. The gophers have been vicious this year. [...]”

[Russell Towle's journal]


“7/24/87 [...]
Last night, I heard the same yowling which awoke me at dawn a week ago; I am now convinced that it is a bobcat. It is quite loud and cat-like, possibly mating.”

[Russell Towle's journal]


July 24, 1999

Saturday morning. Today I will meet Dave Lawler and we plan to explore near Culbertson Lake, north of Grouse Ridge, where the "Culbertson Lake Allochthon" of the Shoo Fly Complex is located. Glaciated terrain in old old metamorphic rock. Gay and the kids will probably come along for part of the way.

[...]

A couple of weeks ago I met Dave Lawler and took the Channel 3 news team, such as it was, to see the petrified wood at Dutch Flat, then on to Chalk Bluff and the You Bet diggings. Interviewed. Channel 3 totally botched the story (which was about the Petrified Wood Preserve at DF and Dave Lawler's misnamed Petrified Wood Preserve at You Bet). Oh well. For some reason I have been in the news lately, picture in the [Sacramento] Bee at Lovers Leap (also Greg at Iron Point), brief spot on Channel 5 SF, talking old mines, also some other stuff.

Still working hard on my Polychora notebook in Mathematica. Making sections and projections and hidden-detail-removed projections. Finding 3-space orthogonal to arbitrary vector. Making shadows etc. of the rectified regular polychora.

Took Bill Newsom and friends out to Sugar Pine Point old forest July 4, found another perfect arrowhead in exact same location as other two. Saw nice waterfalls over in Wildcat Canyon, now too late to see them in good form. Snow about gone.

Took kids up to south summit of Castle Peak a few weeks ago, snow ten feet deep on summit ridge.

[Russell Towle's journal]


Date: Thu, 24 Jul 2003 08:14:04 -0800
To: Steven T Eubanks
From: Russell Towle
Subject: Destruction of Historic Trails
Cc: North Fork Trails


Dear Supervisor Eubanks,

Recently I wrote to complain about a new "no trespassing sign" on a road giving access to TNF lands near the Zeibright Mine, on the Bear River, said TNF lands containing a portion of the historic Towle Bros. Lumber Company narrow-gauge railroad roadbed, long in use as a trail connecting Bear River to Lowell Hill Ridge. It seems to me that TNF should act to protect public access to sites like this.

I also asked (in a subsequent letter) what the Tahoe National Forest policy is, with regard to historic trails. Such trails often pass back and forth between TNF lands and private lands. The private lands in many such cases are the old "Railroad" lands deeded to the Central Pacific Railroad in the 1860s. Much of these railroad lands have since passed into the ownership of lumber companies, such as Sierra Pacific Industries (SPI).

I did not receive a reply to this query regarding TNF trails policy. The "big" TNF map does remark, "Many of the forest trails in use today were originated by the Native Americans and early pioneers." This is as much as to say, many TNF trails pre-date acquisition of title by the Central Pacific Railroad. Such trails include trails actually recorded on early General Land Office maps, and trails not so recorded; and the same applies to subsequent maps published by the USGS: some of the historic trails were recorded on the maps, some were not.

Now, there are many legal decisions made in the courts of California and the United States at large which support the idea that the public has acquired an inviolable right to the continued use of such trails. Hence, one would expect TNF to protect public access to, and use of, historic foot trails; for these trails form a very important part of the recreational legacy, or recreational resources if you will, of Tahoe National Forest.

I know that once upon a time, TNF was much more active in affirming public rights to historic trails. For instance, where I live—near Alta, in Placer County—the historic Green Valley Trail descends to the North Fork American through private lands, which had belonged to the railroad. These lands were sold by Southern Pacific to certain individuals about 1935. Around 1955, perhaps 1960, these individuals closed the road leading to the trailhead with a gate. They were almost immediately informed by TNF rangers that the road and trail were public, and that the gate must be removed. The owners did remove the gate.

This is what TNF should be doing in such cases. Yet somehow, in the decades since, TNF policy has changed drastically. I cannot say what the present policy might be. Whatever it is, it apparently combines two basic premises:

Premise 1: The public has no right to use historic public trails which cross private property.

Premise 2: Timber harvests, and road-building, often in collaboration with lumber companies, take precedence over every other of the "multiple" uses of TNF lands, and in particular, over public use of historic foot trails.

I have called your attention, in the past, to instances of the destruction of historic foot trails by timber harvests and road-building. Often both TNF lands and the old railroad lands, now owned by lumber companies, are involved in the timber harvests and road-building. As I recall, among the specific trails I have called to your attention in the past are the following:

1. Big Valley Trail, from Mears Meadow to Pelham Flat. Utterly destroyed.

2. Sugar Pine Point Trail, from north of Pelham Flat, south to Sugar Pine Point, and on into what was once called Sugar Pine Flat, which is now within the Sugar Pine Point Research Natural Area. Utterly destroyed, except for the most-southerly trail reach leading into Sugar Pine Flat.

3. Lost Camp/China Trail, from Lost Camp on the north, to Burnett Canyon and Texas Hill on the south. Utterly destroyed over most of its length on the Sawtooth Ridge side of the North Fork of the North Fork American. Intact, but unmarked and unsigned, on the Lost Camp side. Note: private lands at the trailhead should be acquired by TNF.

Yesterday I explored portions of the Mears Meadow-Lake Valley Trail, and also the trail which forks away to the west and drops into Monumental Creek; let us call this the Monumental Creek Trail. There are other historic trails in the area, too, such as the trail along the crest of Monumental Ridge, which once led past Big Valley Bluff to Sawtooth Ridge. These trails are within Placer County, on and around Monumental Ridge. The Mears-Lake Valley Trail, between Lake Valley and the summit plateau of Monumental Ridge is currently maintained by TNF.

Around half-way from Lake Valley up to the broad upland on the summit of Monumental Ridge, an old TNF sign is propped up beside this maintained trail. The words "Mears Meadow" and "Big Valley" and "Monumental Creek" are combined with arrows pointing up the trail.

I may save a lot of words by giving the results of my explorations as follows:

1. Trail to Mears Meadow from north side, Monumental Ridge (end of maintained trail): largely destroyed by timber harvests, road-building, construction of log landings. Only a few blazes are left to mark its course; some, perhaps many, of the blazed trees having been cut down. At Mears Meadow I could not find the eastward continuation of this trail.

2. Trail to Monumental Creek forking from Trail 1 above. At first, this old trail traverses a wet meadowy upland, with a lightly-logged forest of red fir and lodgepole pine. A few blazes remain to mark its westward course. As it approaches a pass giving access into Monumental Canyon, it is obliterated by a logging road. Where it used to descend to Monumental Creek, logging has utterly erased every shred of the trail, and only a few blazes can be found to establish what its course had been. The steep slopes were churned up by bulldozers, yarding huge old fir trees. In every case where I hoped that, however briefly, I had set foot on some part of the actual trail, I could not be sure that it was not just a bulldozer skid trail.

Now, of all the many timber harvests in this area, some are on TNF lands, and among these are harvests which amount to clear-cuts, although they may have been given different names. It is absolutely clear that, just as with the Sugar Pine Point Trail and the Big Valley Trail, no effort at all was made to preserve these historic trails.

In the meantime, TNF and, presumably, SPI, took pains, and made every effort, to remove nearly as much of the old-growth forest as possible, cutting down hundreds of trees which were hundreds of years old. I will say that, for the most part, the TNF harvests were done some little bit more responsibly, and left more patches of large trees behind, than I saw on the private lands. It looks as though most of the harvests took place within the past twenty years.

Now, this is part of the Placer County High Country. How I wish we still had those fine old trails and fine old forests. When I think of the huge Red Firs cut down, or of those gigantic Incense Cedars down in Big Valley, trees which took hundreds of years to grow, I am shocked, and cannot quite believe that such decisions were ever made. For, I cannot wait 500 years for the big old trees to grow back; nor can my son and daughter wait that long, nor their descendants, down to who knows how many generations.

Surely there must be some actual TNF policy which rationalizes the outright obliteration of historic trails, and the outright obliteration of the very recreational values which had kept such trails in use: lovely forests of gigantic and ancient trees; incredible views of the peaks and canyons surrounding Monumental Ridge, from the Sierra Buttes to the north to Carson Pass on the south, from Castle Peak on the east to the Coast Ranges on the west; meadows lush with flowers, and rich with springs; and much and varied wildlife, reflecting the varied microclimates and vegetational patterns.

Whatever that actual TNF policy is, it must be changed.

Along the Sugar Pine Point Trail, the Big Valley Trail, the Mears Meadow Trail and the Monumental Creek Trail, an intermixture of private lands with TNF lands certainly complicates TNF management of the area. Here again, I myself hope that TNF can purchase these private inholdings. I look toward a day when these historic trails can be restored, for foot use and equestrian use, and when many of the logging roads, often so recently constructed, can be closed and revegetated.

Finally, it occurs to me that timber can be harvested with much less impact upon soils and trails, etc. For instance, just as the TNF "big" map advocates "No Trace" camping, we should strive for "No Trace" timber harvests. In a place like Monumental Ridge, I can imagine harvests being done in the winter, with all felling and yarding done in the snow, possibly waiting until spring or summer to haul the logs away. Burn the slash, cut the stumps down to ground level and burn them, and you would have something rather close to a "No Trace" timber harvest.

Summarizing, I want TNF to protect historic trails and public access to historic trails. I want less motorized uses and more foot and equestrian uses. I want TNF to acquire very many of the private inholdings, and to develop a Plan to purchase these private lands, with a guiding sense of priorities, of which lands are most important, which least important.

Thanks for your consideration of these matters.

Sincerely,

Russell Towle


June 29 (1978, 1979, 1982, 1999, 2005)
Castle Peak Glissade ~ Big Granite Trail Damage

“6/29/78 morning. clear sky for a change… we went out to my cabin, and the dark clouds seemed to brighten and hold the promise of some gorgeous sunlight and fog displays in the canyon. we hiked out to lovers leap, down to the lower terrace, and maureen ~ mo for short ~was suitably impressed. very dark clouds obscured the upper canyon, and to my dismay i realized the storm was coming in, not going out. it began to rain lightly; we took refuge beneath a small live oak beside a ledge of rock [...] it kept on raining. it rained harder. we walked back to my cabin in the rain and got fairly well soaked. i built a fire and we watched the fog swirl in the canyon. i was so happy that mo got to see the canyon in its full stormy splendor. [...] we walked out to the rock outcrop and watched the sunset colors on the clouds. exquisite fog in the canyon. i got cold and came back to the cabin; mo stayed out for an hour or so.”

[Russell Towle's journal]


“6/29/79 yesterday dave nelson and i went up to rowton & the upper basin of the north fork. we did the standard circuit. i got sunburnt. we saw cloud bows.”

[Russell Towle's journal]


“6/29/82 Wonderful, wonderful rain… It's been a cooler, cloudier summer than usual, and people speculate: volcanic dust? solar flares? And though a fan of causality myself, I see California's climate as inherently variable; the position of the more-or-less permanent high-pressure cell offshore determining if it rains or shines to the lee (on the mainland). We live very near the northern limit of summertime protection by the high-pressure anti-cyclone offshore—my intuition is that very small changes in it have significant effects on our weather. Einstein might have been as frustrated by the seeming indeterminacy of weather and climate as he was by that of the sub-atomic world ~ for both, a statistical approach has the best chance of predicting what will come to pass, so that the more specific the place or the time the less likely it becomes that the weather (or the position of a sub-atomic particle) may be reliably forecast.”

[Russell Towle's journal]


“June 29, 1999

[...]

Yesterday Gay & Greg & Janet & I climbed Castle Peak, which still has snow ten feet deep up on the summit ridge. The kids did well, except that there was the usual complaining on the way up; but the view was wonderful and Janet climbed the last vertical pitch to the summit with me. Lucky was with us and we had a few anxious moments as he desperately tried to find a way up to the summit and got out on some very steep rock with a long drop below him.

The return down the mountain was great, we found some nice long glissades. Janet and I split off and searched for glissades the whole way down, staying in forested areas where the snow pack is still largely intact. Gay & Greg managed to lose their way so Janet & I had to wait for 40 minutes before they finally made it to Castle Creek. A good day. The kids had remarkable energy last night.

Greg and I had climbed Andesite Peak just a week ago. He had lots of fun glissading then, but had a bit too much sun or something yesterday and says he wants no more snow. His eighth birthday is coming up on July 19.

[...]

Dave Lawler and I hiked into Big Granite Creek by way of Salmon Lake, returning by way of Fisher Lake and the Loch Leven lakes.”

[Russell Towle's journal]


Damage to Big Granite Trail
[North Fork Trails blogpost, June 29, 2005:
http://northforktrails.blogspot.com/2005/06/damage-to-big-granite-trail.html ]
BEFORE
Russell Towle and son Greg
AFTER
Catherine O'Riley on post-logging trail
On October 3, 2004, Tom Martin and others observed recent logging damage to the historic Big Granite Trail above Four Horse Flat. I was unable to get in and see for myself soon enough; the snow flew early and blocked up the roads.

I made calls and wrote letters and eventually found that in that area two timber harvest plans (THPs) were afoot: a "10% Exemption" harvest by Sierra Pacific Industries (SPI), and a full THP by CHY (another lumber company). The CHY plan was still under consideration by the California Dept. of Forestry (CDF), while SPI's 10% Exemption had been approved without public comment or a formal THP.

The lands of the two companies intermix amid Tahoe National Forest (TNF) lands. I could not tell for sure whether the damage had been done by CHY or by SPI or by both.

Yesterday Catherine O'Riley and I took a quick drive up there for a look. I was worried that snow might still block the roads, but as it happened, we had no trouble. From Yuba Gap to Lake Valley Reservoir, Forest Road 19 and then FR 38 led us past Huysink Lake, past the Salmon Lake Trail, and on to the unmarked ad hoc trailhead on the crest of the divide separating Big Valley on the west from Little Granite Creek on the east.

The popular Loch Leven Lakes area is about a mile north. Salmon Lake, less.

Here we found things just as reported by Tom Martin: the road which constituted that uppermost part of the trail had been cut wider by bulldozers, and then, when the harvest was completed, it had been closed by numerous water bars, two feet high. These had been placed at 50- to 100-foot intervals along the road. At the fork, a couple hundred yards in, the right fork—which is the Big Granite Trail—was untouched, but the left fork continued raw and torn up.

I suspect the right fork, which leads to a hunter's camp and the first appearance of a regular foot trail, has been a road for a long time, possibly for nearly if not all of a hundred years; the first roads had penetrated to Huysink Lake before 1900, and there had been plans in the early 1890s to widen the Big Granite Trail into a road, for better access to the La Trinidad Mine, across the North Fork American in Sailor Canyon.

We were in Section 9, T16N, R13E.

Goshawk in the Incense Cedar
I could go into great detail about the damage we then saw, but to keep it simple, where the trail descends through an ancient forest of huge Incense Cedar etc., a bulldozer skid trail completely obliterated it. We eventually blundered onto a certain log deck which currently forms part of the trail.

Here we were warned away by a pair of Goshawks, guarding a nest in a tall thin Incense Cedar with much mistletoe. Fortunately they did not attack.

The logging road ending in the log deck was also freshly widened and graded. We left it in an attempt to recover the original line of the trail, and had success, following it down through heavy timber into the northernmost margins of the Four Horse Flat meadow-complex.

I had followed this same trail line to this same meadow margin from the other direction, a couple of years ago. It seems to me very worth while to re-open the historic trail and avoid the logging roads.

This area stood untouched by logging until around 1990 or thereabouts. Any who were familiar with this wonderland of meadows and tall aspens and huge cedars can only bitterly regret the 1990s logging. This logging was the consequence of the sudden sale of the old railroad lands in the 1980s.

If We The People had been smart, We would have bought those railroad lands a long time ago. They would have been cheap. But no.

We continued down the Big Granite Trail through Four Horse Flat, passing the Cherry Point Trail, itself, since the ca. 1990 SPI harvest, a logging road, and showing fresh use; and after a time in which we saw no logging damage, new skid trails appeared, and the old BGT disappeared beneath debris.

It seemed to me that all the damage to the trail itself could be at least roughly repaired by a crew of five or ten people with shovels, rakes, and a chainsaw or two, in a day.

We were unable to get south into Section 17, near Sugar Pine Point, because fallen trees blocked Road 38 near the Big Granite Trail. I fear that more damage may have been inflicted upon the old Sugar Pine Point Trail, as well. The trail drops to the east side of the divide and descends slowly to Sugar Pine Flat, an amazing stand of giant pines on TNF lands in Section 20. Part of this historic trail escaped destruction in the ca. 1990 SPI logging, and friends of mine and I have worked to maintain the almost-intact section, cutting back the Huckleberry Oak.

Just because nine-tenths of an old trail has been ruined by logging, does not mean that the surviving one-tenth should be abandoned.

I have been advocating TNF acquisition of these privately-held lands for a number of years now. Some sections have been purchased: Section 19, west of Sugar Pine Flat; and sections 11, 15, and 21, running down Big Granite Canyon to the North Fork. The good work of land acquisition should continue with all speed.

The "10% Exemption" harvest scenario allows timberland owners to harvest up to 10% of the standing timber without having to file a full Timber Harvest Plan. As I understand it, no new roads are constructed, but new skid trails are allowed as necessary. There is no public comment.

More to follow, as developments warrant.