I’m still in San Diego, or rather in Jamul (ha.ˈmu:l) in the southeastern suburbs, at the home of my friends Fabienne and Wayne. As you can see, I’m getting a lot of work done on the blog, but, I assure you, on some papers too.
The trip from Tucson to here was eventful.
September 30th to October 3rd
I leave Tucson early in the afternoon on September 30th, direction due west on Interstate 8.
I plan to stay at Picacho State Recreation Area in California, on the Colorado River. It’s a dirt road, however, some 18 miles long, that leads to the park from the small town of Winterhaven. I hesitate, but the website says that any low-clearence, 2 wheel-drive vehicle or RV can easily get there. I am really looking foward to spending a few days in an isolated and peaceful place near water, where I can swim and get some work done. So I go for it. Unfortunately, I get a late start because I go shopping in Yuma. By the time I’m approaching the park it’s already dark and I can’t see the road very well any more. It’s a very sandy road and, of course, Van gets stuck.
Van, how could you do this to me? (But I know it’s my own fault.)
There’s only one thing to do, spend the night right here. I manage to get Van over to the side of the road, to a level place where I can sleep. But wait, there is something else to do. Have a beer! I do so.
It’s only seven in the evening, but I’m exhaused, so I go to bed and read for a while. Needless to say, I don’t sleep very well.
I wake up early and as soon as it’s light I try to get Van unstuck which I manage to do quite easily. It’s a good road, in fact, just very sandy in some places. I imagine that if it hadn’t been dark, I wouldn’t have got stuck. I’m only two miles from the park now, but I don’t want to go any further, I don’t want to risk getting stuck again, especially since it’s downhill towards the beach and I might have difficulty getting back up. I’m disappointed, because I was looking forward to swimming. It’s very hot here. I turn around and head back to civilization, and to a good breakfast in a restaurant in Yuma.
But I do have a plan B. I head west again, stopping in the town of El Centro to wash Van. After that, it’s up into the coastal mountains to Laguna Mountain Recreation Area where I camp for two days.
I like it here. It’s an alpine area above 6,000 feet, so it’s cool; after the Arizona desert this is refreshing. The campground is nearly empty, though they’re expecting a lot of people for the weekend.
The campground is in Cleveland National Forest…
…in an area which, like Portal and Patagonia, is known for its varied bird population:
The ritual photos of my campsite…
…which may seem repetitive to you, but…
…to me each campsite is unique. And when I move on I always feel a little sad. This place has been my home for however long or short a time.
The Burnt Rancheria Campground (which is not burnt at all) is near this café where they have a wonderful coffee that has pine nut in it. They’re open for dinner in the evening and so I go there once for my evening meal.
And nearby there is also a post office, a sporting goods store and a general store with cabins to rent. Further along there are more campgrounds. We’re only little more than an hour from San Diego here, so the area is a popular mountain retreat.
Of course, some of the local wildlife can be dangerous:
I’ve been warned about rattlesnakes throughout my travels, even in the towns. Captain, Dirk and I nearly stumbled upon one near Gila Hot Springs. So I think it might be appropriate to say a few words about them. You can learn more about rattlesnakes here, and see some pictures here. It’s reassuring to know that these snakes rarely bite and will do so only if provoked or surprised. If treated promptly, their bite is rarely fatal. More importantly, they are predators and help keep down the populations of many birds and rodents. They are also prey themselves to hawks, weasles and king snakes.
But if you see one on your doorstep one day, I’d understand a panicky reaction.
We’re in an alpine forest here…
…with, as is frequent in the coastal regions of California, a fair amount of oak and other deciduous trees…
…but, once again, the desrt is never far…
Just a short walk from the campground we are on the Desert View Trail where we once again find desert vegetation:
For a short time, this trail is part of the well-known Pacific Crest Trail.
The presence of deciduous trees here leads me to discover something I haven’t yet seen on this trip, autumn colors:
And I’m reminded that time is passing and that I’m now in the final month of my road trip.
I camp here for two nights and regroup after the stressful experience at Picacho. But San Diego is waiting…