Yeesh, I feel a little behind on this whole blog thing. It turns out that when I travel by myself and have ample food, water and gasoline I can be away from population centers for a long time...it's glorious. Since I posted last I've traveled from Bishop in Southern California to Fernley, Nevada; however, even then I was posting back dated photos and telling you of travels long past (seemingly, time travels at an inconsistent rate when alone on the road, ), so let me get you up to speed.
Where I left off with the last blog I was making my way down to Joshua Tree after a week spent in rainy Boulder Creek, CA. I had just woken up near Giant Rock in Landers County California, but oddly I never posted any pictures of that area in the last blog so here's some so you actually know what Giant Rock looks like...*spoiler* it's a giant rock.
From Giant Rock I made my way into Joshua Tree once again, that'll be the third or possibly fourth time I've been there. I've spoken to friends, particularly friends who climb, and they've gone on about how badly they'd love to go down to J-Tree to climb, meanwhile I'm thinking, "sheesh, I've been there three times without even thinking about climbing," it makes me wonder if I'm possibly missing out on something. This time around I wanted to actually camp in J-Tree, so I paid the park fee and forked out $30USD for camping, *yecht!* I hate paying for camping. The lady at the entrance told me I'd have an easy time finding a campsite, HA! That's a good one lady! An hour later I had hunted through Hidden Valley, Ryan, Jumbo Rocks, Belle and finally found a place to set up the furthest from where I wanted to be in, White Tanks (I just named off all the campground in JT if you're confused). My mission when entering the park was to find a cool campsite in Hidden Valley then photograph some climbers, instead I wound up in the campground for all the stragglers that leave finding a campsite too late...figures. The next day I partially succeeded in my mission of finding climbers, but not without a 30 mile round trip on my bike. I rode from White Tanks to Hidden Valley and met Flynn and Maleea hanging out by their cool converted sprinter van. Flynn and I started our conversation talking about places to find climbers which digressed into talking about vans, bikes, climbing, traveling etc. Turns out Flynn and Maleea agreed to being the climbers for my little photo shoot, as it was getting late we settled on doing a climbing shoot early the next morning. I rode my bike back to White Tanks and settled down for the night.
The next day was rad. I met up with my new friends in the morning and proceeded to follow them around J-Tree photographing their different routes. Maleea and Flynn will be getting married in J-Tree in April and may have a pretty cool photographer there to capture their special moment...guess who.
That night I returned to Giant Rock and the next day made my way to Mojave to meet up with my buddy Andy to accompany him to Trona Pinnacles. Andy, Jeff and a bunch of other Tacoma World members were meeting up to do an extended Death Valley 4x4 Trip and I was lucky enough to hang out with them at Trona Pinnacles their first night and meet some guys I had been following for years previous on TW and IG.
The guys departed mid morning and left me to crawl my way out of Trona Pinnacles one photograph at a time (I took a lot more than you'll see here, the rest I'm hanging onto for a little project of mine). I slowly made my way North along 395 to Bishop where I met a bit of a snag in my plan. When I arrived at Bishop there were signs for chain/ snow-tire enforcement for the pass leading to Mammoth/ Bridgeport. Despite the fact that this Canadian knows how to drive in snow and laughs in the face of heavy snowfall, CalTrans turns people around if they don't have chains or snow tires, which I have neither, soooo change of plans. Intel had told me that the hot springs I was aiming to get to near Bridgeport (Buckeye Hot Springs) were likely to be snowed in, my plans had been to go up there and check it out before moving to some other springs just South of Bridgeport on the 395; with the possibility of those springs being inaccessible it didn't make sense for me to go further North on the 395. This is what I love about traveling without a schedule, I simply decided to change my route and head to Fish Lake Hot Springs in Nevada instead. Excellent choice if I do say so myself.
From now on, whenever I point my compass towards Nevada I'm going to get very excited. I'll leave you with the last pictures before I crossed the state line into Nevada, there's another blog coming for my new favorite state.