Centennial Canyon and the Coso Petroglyphs
Just north of China Lake Naval Weapons Center is a tiny little wilderness area called the Coso Range Wilderness. It's small, around 50,0o0 acres, with limited access (4WD desert road/old…
Just north of China Lake Naval Weapons Center is a tiny little wilderness area called the Coso Range Wilderness. It's small, around 50,0o0 acres, with limited access (4WD desert road/old…
Last weekend I headed into Yosemite for an overnight backpack along Chilnualna Creek. There were eight of us and it was great fun. I'm not going to write out a…
In what is becoming an annual tradition, a couple of weekends ago we headed to BLM's Cache Creek Wilderness area for a spring backpack. Cache Creek offers beautiful wildflowers and…
When we lived in Los Altos, if I wanted a quick hike I'd head over to Rancho San Antonio or Monte Bello. When we lived in Sunnyvale, I'd head over…
Over Easter weekend we headed down to Carrizo Plain for the fantastic wildflower bloom. Rather than clutter things up with text, I'll let the pictures do the talking. Make sure…
Another beautiful spring weekend in the Bay Area means two things: allergies and hiking. I don't let the first get in the way of the second, although here I sit…
I wanted to keep up with my recent trend of long wildflower hikes on the weekend so I took advantage of Saturday's perfect hiking weather to hit a classic East…
I KNOW, it's been really quiet for far too long around here. But, it's with good cause. We bought a house at the beginning of February and have spent the…
It’s Whitney Day! My watch alarm woke me at 4 am and remembering last night’s cold temperatures, I maneuvered myself to the door while staying inside my sleeping bag. I wanted to heat my breakfast and coffee water inside my vestibule and get as much packing done as possible while staying all warm and cozy inside my down cocoon. As I started moving around I realized it was warmer than the previous night – a check of the thermometer on my GPS revealed a temperature of 47, warmer than most mornings in the Sierra. I ridiculed myself for being a baby and finally got out of my bag.