Trading Posts and Galleries

No trip through the American Southwest would be complete without at least one stop at a Trading Post and/or Gallery.  No matter if you are looking to purchase authentic Native American jewelry, pottery, or Navajo rugs or if you simply enjoy looking at these things, there are plenty of trading posts and galleries throughout northern New Mexico to indulge yourself.

During the most recent of my travels among the mesas and canyons of Northern New Mexico I discovered not one, but two, fabulous places to look at amazing Native American Art, especially Navajo rugs.

1.     Bosshard Tribal Art Gallery

Traveling on the High Road from Taos to Santa Fe, I decided to take a quick detour from Espanola, to explore Abiquiu, where Georgia O’Keefe, the painter, had her home and studio.  Across from the Phillips 66 gas station and Bode’s General Merchandise on Hwy 84, I took country road 187 up to the pueblo at Abiquiu, the location of Georgia O’Keeffe’s home. After wandering around I stopped at the open gate of the Bosshard Tribal Art Gallery to take pictures of an old cart. I had no intentions of entering the gallery as it looked expensive, but was approached by Bosshard’s assistant Jill, who encouraged me to come in and look around.  I learnt that this building had been the original 19th-century Gonzales y Bode Mercantile, as well as the Abiquiu post office, before they were moved down to Hwy 84.

When entering the main room of the gallery you’ll find yourself surrounded by amazing tribal art from all around Asia, but then Jill took me to the smaller rooms on the right side, and, oh my, I was in for an absolutely amazing experience! Two rooms beautifully decorated and filled with amazing Native American art and Wild West Americana. Saddles, and cowboy hats in all forms and shapes, even a hat which totally reminded me of the one Hoss Cartwright wore in the Western television series Bonanza.

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Apache burden baskets, Pueblo pottery, Navajo moccasins, old metal signs and wooden merchandise boxes, Pendleton blankets, historic photos, and lots and lots of Navajo weaving. I was awestruck. Between taking pictures and just wandering around mouth wide open, I must have been a comical sight.

And then John Bosshard himself walked in with his latest Navajo rug finds. And let me tell you, he brought in some amazing pieces. I enjoyed listening in when John and his assistant Jill discussed the details of each piece. One of his finds was a Raised Outline Navajo rug, a weaving technique, where a ridge of weave outlines the design elements, and therefore allows paler background yarns greater distinction. It was my first encounter with this style of Navajo rugs.

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My visit with John and Jill was a true delight. Even though I didn’t purchase anything – and believe me, if I had the money, there were many, many items I would love to own from this gallery – their hospitality and no pressure antics made for a very memorable experience.

John Bosshard was also the one who pointed me towards Toadlena Trading Post.  Toadlena Trading Post is about an hour south of Shiprock, NM on Hwy 491. Don’t listen to your Google Maps GPS, just take a right turn off NM 491 S at the Shell gas station, and the paved road (Indian Service Rte 19) will take you almost all the way to Toadlena.  I followed the GPS, but refused to go through a flooded turn-off. The alternative turnoff at Newport took me on a 13 miles scenic tour through the Two Grey Hills area on various unpaved Indian Service roads (aka dirt roads).

 

2.     Toadlena Trading Post

Toadlena Trading Post was built in 1909, and shortly after bought by George Bloomfield. Back at that time some traders had a significant influence on the development of certain Navajo rug styles. Juan Lorenzo Hubbell (Hubbell Trading Post), George Bloomfield (Toadlena Trading Post) and Ed Davis (Two Grey Hills Trading Post) were among those traders. Together, Bloomfield and Davies played an important role in the development of the Two Grey Hills-style Navajo rugs.  They worked diligently with the local weavers to develop a high-quality textile based on the weavers’ preferences for hand spun yarns in natural colors—a conscious contrast to the popular commercially dyed reds of the Ganado rugs at Hubbell Trading Post. The weavers in the Two Grey Hills area instead carefully combed and spun different natural colors of wool to yield a beautiful range of creamy whites, tans, browns, and greys. (To get a solid black color, weavers sometimes would overdye dark brown wool with black dye.) They developed very complex geometric patterns, usually based on a large, hooked central diamond with multiple geometric borders. They also were known for very finely spun wool of small diameter which they used to make very thin, dense, and tightly woven rugs that are certainly the greatest technical achievements in the history of Navajo rug making. Many of the women who weave for Toadlena Trading Post today carry on this tradition of quality.

Toadlena Trading Post is still in its original building, but when the current trading post operator, Mark Winter, bought the rights to operate the historic Toadlena Trading Post from the Navajo Nation in 1997, he had to do quite extensive restoration work to bring back the old Trading Post. Toadlena Trading Post today continues to operate in the same way trading posts have since the 1870’s—dealing directly with the weaver and her family, and it still serves as a grocery store, bank, and post office for the local families. 

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Entering the Trading Post, the front room is filled with groceries and other goods for local consumption, intermingled with videos, enameled cookware, and some arts and crafts items. Passing through a door on the left, you’ll enter two show rooms full of Navajo rugs, predominantly the local Two Grey Hills style, but you’ll also find a few other types.

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The lady working the Trading Post on my day of visit, inquired if I wanted to see the rug museum, and then unlocked for me the Two Grey Hills Weaving Museum, which Winter had added to the original Trading Post. The Museum is a small room off to the right of the main Trading Post room. It is filled with old photographs of weavers, weaver genealogies and some spectacular rugs. Each year since opening, the museum has hosted a major show of textiles showing the evolution of the Two Grey Hills style. During my visit the rug exhibit focused on different ‘storm patterns’, and there were some absolutely amazing rugs by one of the master weavers from that area, Bessie Manygoats, on display.

 

3.     Hubbell Trading Post

Just for old times’ sake, on my way back west, I stopped at Hubbell Trading Post National Historic Site near Ganado, AZ. Hubbell Trading Post is the oldest continuously operating trading post on the Navajo Nation. It was purchased by John Lorenzo Hubbell in 1878, who established himself as one of the leading traders of his time. It was sold to the National Park Service in 1967, and is now operated by a non-profit organization that maintains the trading traditions the Hubbell family established.

As I already described for Toadlena Trading Post, the traders back then had quite significant influence on the development of the Navajo rug styles.

From the 1880s through the 1930s, reservation traders were the Navajos' primary contact with the outside world. As such, they also were the weavers' primary - or even sole - customers. Therefore, traders exercised significant influence on weavings simply by paying more for the designs, sizes, colors, and qualities they wanted. Of course, traders' choices were driven by what they thought they could sell to their off-reservation customers, but they also were guided by their own aesthetic sensibilities. As a result, distinctive styles of rugs emerged around several trading posts in the first years of the twentieth century. Such combinations of pattern and color are known as Regional Styles and are typically named after the trading post that encouraged their production.

Juan Lorenzo Hubbell was, by most accounts, the leading trader of the early period in rug-making, and owned several trading posts around the Reservation. Hubbell's home and base of operation were at Ganado, Arizona about 50 miles south of Canyon de Chelly. His tastes ran to Classic Period weavings and many of the early rugs made by Ganado area weavers were close enough in appearance to classic mantas and serapes to have earned the generic name, Hubbell Revival rugs. Hubbell guided his weavers by displaying paintings of rug patterns he favored.

Hubbell preferred a color scheme of red, white, and black, with natural greys. By the 1930s, Ganado area weavers had thoroughly adopted the color scheme, but had moved away from Classic-inspired weavings to new patterns with a large central motif-often a complicated diamond or lozenge shape-with a double or triple geometric border. These rugs frequently had a deep red "ground" or field on which the central motif was superimposed, and are now known as the Ganado regional style. Weavers around the nearby trading post at Klagetoh, Arizona (also owned by Hubbell) often worked in the same colors and patterns, but reversed the color scheme and used a grey ground with red, white and black central motifs. The Ganado and Klagetoh style rugs continue to be made to this day and are among the most popular of all Navajo rug designs.

"Old, Older, Ancient - A California Road Trip (Part III)

This is Part III of the road trip ““Old, Older, Ancient – Another California Road Trip”. Part III will take you to the ‘Land of the Ancient’.  Please check out Parts I and Part II.

After shooting the Milky Way over Bodie until midnight (see Part II), and resting for only a few hours, I was up for catching and shooting the sunrise over Mono Lake. I have been to Mono Lake many times over the years, but never  for a sunrise. I’m not an early morning person, so getting up at 4 am to chase sunrises is very hard for me, but it was so worth it!

 Sunrise at Mono Lake (shot 2017-06-24 between 5:40 am and 6:15 am PDT)

Sunrise at Mono Lake (shot 2017-06-24 between 5:40 am and 6:15 am PDT)

The light, the changing colors, the serenity, and the birds in the early morning hours – it was a Zen experience.

And just like all my Mono Lake experiences, it’s never the same! I returned for another photo shoot exactly one month later (in July 2017), and the sunrise experience was very different, but no less interesting, as the clouds from the night's thunderstorm were still lingering over the lake and the surrounding hills. The pictures below were shot 2017-07-24 between 5:50 am and 6:20 am PDT

I was happy to see that the water level at Mono Lake had further risen since my June visit. According to a post by the Mono Lake Committee the Lake level had reached 6381 ft as of 2017-07-26, but it still has ways to go before it reaches the targeted management level of 6391 ft.

As elated as I felt after this June sunrise Zen photo shoot, my body wanted coffee and a hearty breakfast after this almost all-nighter with Milky Way in Bodie and sunrise at Mono Lake. What better place to re-energize, and plan my next steps, than Whoa Nellie Deli in Lee Vining. Their breakfast burrito is fantastic!

As the Whoa Nellie Deli is right at the Tioga Pass turnoff from Hwy 395, I decided to do a quick exploratory trip up Tioga Pass. The road into Yosemite National Park was still closed at Tioga Pass, but the road up to the pass was free and clear. Keep in mind, this road trip was in late June 2017, but there was still so much snow, the lakes still partially frozen, and waterfalls from the snow melt all along the side of the Tioga Pass Road. Creeks were roaring rivers, and Tioga Pass Resort was flooded and had other snow damage. As of the writing of this blog, the Tioga Pass Resort is closed.

 Ellery Lake (2017-06-24)

Ellery Lake (2017-06-24)

Back down from Tioga Pass, I decided to head south on Hwy 395 for a nighttime photography adventure in the “Land of the Ancient” in the White Mountains southeast of Bishop, CA.

High up in the White Mountains,  at about 9,000 ft to 11,000 ft (3350 m) above sea level, you can find an ancient grove of trees,  the Ancient Bristlecone Pine Forest. These trees are the oldest recorded living thing on earth. Many are well over 2,000 years old, a millenium older than the Giant Sequoia trees in Sequoia National Park on the western side of the Sierra Nevada, and the “Methuselah” tree in Schulman Grove was already 4,789 years old when sampled in 1957 by Edmund Schulman and Tom Harlan, with an estimated germination date of 2832 BC. The Methuselah tree is the oldest known living tree and non-clonal organism - 'non-clonal’ meaning that the trunk is the same age as the root system. 

Several walking trails depart from the Schulman Grove Visitor Center that allow the public to explore these ancient trees, but you will not find a marker for the Methusaleh tree. It’s a protective measure to save the tree from vandalism.

Patriarch Grove is about another 12 miles past the Shulman Grove,  but the road is a ‘very-tough-on-your-tires” dirt road.  Scared of the "tough-on-you-tires" aspect I had bailed on venturing to Patriarch Grove in the past, but I decided to give it a try with my new VW Golf, sporting brand new tires. Careful maneuvering and very slow driving got me there – almost. Just about a mile from the Patriarch Grove the road was still totally blocked by two major fields of snow..... and still was as of late July. 

Schulman Grove is magnificent, fascinating, impressive, but the area near Patriarch Grove is an otherworldly experience! Seeing these ancient trees grow on these steep outcrops of white dolomite makes you marvel at Mother Nature.

I have always been fascinated with gnarly coniferous trees, the kind you find at high altitudes. Bristlecone Pines skeletons, bleached by wind and weather, their twisted trunks and branches, are the most interesting tree sculptures to me. I cannot stop taking the portraits of these ancient dead.

The remote location with very little light pollution also makes Schulman Grove a prime location for astrophotography.  There is an easy-accessible, picturesque, gnarly old Bristlecone Pine skeleton, which is probably THE most photographed Bristlecone Pine - with and without Milky Way.

Heading out of the White Mountains, back down into the Owens Valley, letting country roads take me back to the Bay Area. The adventures and sights of Eastern California's back roads will be the topic of a future blog post.

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"Old, Older, Ancient" - A California Road Trip (Part I)

Are you ready for another California road trip? Then let’s go! Follow me on my “Old, Older, Ancient” road trip.

We will explore old towns in the rolling hills of the western Sierra Nevada, California’s Gold Country, before crossing over still snow-covered Sonora Pass. In the Eastern Sierra we will connect to our previous road trip and explore some of the older, some of the ancient sites, which we by-passed on our earlier road trip

Heading east on Hwy 120, the covered bridge at Knights Ferry is a good first stop. It’s a popular recreation area on the Stanislaus River and can get quite busy, and, unfortunately, trashed, on holiday weekends. But stop here during the week, and you might enjoy a quiet sunset along the river. After the very rainy winter of 2016/17, the water level of the Stanislaus River was high, and gave an appreciation of how the original toll bridge, built in 1852 to replace the ferry, was destroyed by the “Great Flood of 1862”. A new covered bridge was built at a higher level than the previous one, and it’s the one which still stands today. The covered bridge at Knights Ferry is the longest covered bridge west of the Mississippi at 330 feet (100 m) in length. It was open for car traffic until 1985.

From Knights Ferry it’s only a short drive to the historic town of Sonora. Having explored this charming town in the past, I just passed through on my way to Columbia, another old gold rush era town along Hwy 49.  Columbia was once known as the "Gem of the Southern Mines." Between the 1850s and 1870s over one billion dollars in gold (at today's value) was mined in the area. For a time, Columbia was the second largest city in California. Like many of these old mining towns, Columbia was devastated by fire a number of times. After a fire in 1854 destroyed most of it's central business district, the buildings were rebuilt using brick and iron doors and shutters for additional fire protection. Another fire three years later destroyed more wood frame buildings. The town's decline started in the 1860's when the easily mined placer gold was gone, but unlike many other settlements that disappeared due to fire, vandalism and time, Columbia survived. It was never completely deserted. In 1945 the State Legislature made the site a State Historic Park (SHP) in order to preserve a typical Gold Rush town. It was declared a National Historic Landmark in 1961.

Wandering around downtown Columbia, I couldn’t help but think that it would make for a perfect movie set. And, indeed, Columbia State Historic Park has been used as a shooting location for movies. The classic Western “High Noon”, starring Gary Cooper, includes scenes filmed in 1952 in and around Columbia.

To be continued in Part II of “Old, Older, Ancient” – A California Road Trip

East Bay Open Studios 2017

We just finished the first weekend of East Bay Open Studios (EBOS)!

The Annual East Bay Open Studios Event has been an ongoing tradition in the San Francisco Bay Area for over 40 years. Formerly organized by Pro Arts, a non-profit art organization based in Oakland, the event is now produced by Dream World Media led by Carolyn Quan, an award-winning, internationally-collected fine artist, and artist advocate.

This is my first EBOS as participating artist! I am displaying some of my colorful, documentary Cuba photography at Gray Loft Gallery.

A BIG thank you to all who came out in support of the arts, in support of my first public show, who surprised me with flowers, and bought pieces of my work!

If you didn't make it this past weekend – you’ll have a 2nd chance next weekend! Come on out, visit Gray Loft Gallery, engage with the 10 artists whose wonderful, diverse work - photography, jewelry, mixed media installations - is featured at this gallery.

Gray Loft Gallery will be open 11am to 6pm on Sat, June 17 and Sun, June 18, 2017.

After you visited Gray Loft Gallery, explore Jingletown, the funky, inspiring neighborhood and pocket artist community along the Oakland Estuary. Have a coffee at the little Kefa Coffee shop while admiring the work of another local artist on display there, visit Jingletown Art Studios (JAS) and Ford St Studios, and check out another 25+ participating artists in our beloved Oakland arts district.

Jingletown is one of the most recognized artists’ warehouse districts in Oakland. Among other notable artistic enterprises, it is the location of a number of galleries, including Faultine Artspace, Gray Loft Gallery, Jingletown Art Studios and Gallery, M0xy Studios and Norton Factory Studios, as well as studios of many renowned artists who are living and working here.

The moniker Jingletown came from turn of the century Portuguese cannery workers whose earnings would "jingle" in their pockets at the end of the day as they walked home from the factories in the area.  Many of those canneries and factories closed and the neighborhood went into disuse, but in the early 1980’s artists realized the potential and converted many of the neglected warehouses into functioning live/work spaces.  It is now a flourishing artist community in the Bay Area.

Wildflowers and Ghost Towns - A Road Trip through Central California

This 1600 miles road trip through Central California will take you from the stormy coast to the deserts and snow-covered mountains, and along the way you get to enjoy wildflowers, ghost towns, rock formations, and lots of adventures.

 

Starting in the SF Bay area, heading south on CA-101, you will have nine opportunities, before turning east, to stop and visit one of California’s historic Missions. Having visited most of them before, I decided to re-visit Mission San Miguel Arcangel in San Miguel, as this Mission is special to me. It had been badly damaged by an earthquake in 2003, and was closed for many years. Not until it reopened in October 2009 was I able to see the beautiful, well preserved interior of the church. During my visit this time, I had the fortunate timing to arrive at Mission Sam Miguel while it was alive with a bilingual (English-Spanish) wedding ceremony in the Mission church, and a Semana Santa religious enactment by the local community in the courtyard of the Mission.

Soon after San Miguel, I left CA-101 to turn inland on CA-58, towards the Carrizo Plain National Monument. California, for the most part, was blessed with an abundance of rain and snow in the winter of 2016/17, and these rains brought our deserts alive. From the phenomenal “Super Bloom” in the Carrizo Plain to the green hills when driving through the Tehachapi Mountains to Mojave, along every water runoff, along every wash, you will find flowers! They come in all shapes and colors – big and small, delicate, fragrant, white or red, and fifty shades of yellow or blue.

A “Super Bloom” in the desert is something very special. It happens only maybe once every decade, as all the conditions have to be just right. Seeing the hills or plains carpeted in flowers will keep you awestruck.

The desert is a beautiful, but also very fragile landscape! It pains to see these wildflowers trampled down, just so someone can have their picture taken sitting in a field of flower, or flowers being picked for a social media post of “me with flowers in my hair”. Quite a few Rangers in various parks were telling me that these Super Blooms are a real doubled-edge sword. On the one hand, as news and photos of the bloom spread through social media, many more people are visiting the parks. During last year’s Super Bloom in Death Valley, 3-4 times as many people as usual, were visiting this National Park. On the other hand, the parks and Rangers are often overwhelmed by this flood of flower lovers, especially when people stray from established trails, don’t adhere to the posted rules, don’t behave properly.

Driving through the Mojave Desert, you will notice large-scale solar panel installations, so called “solar farms”, because one thing the desert has in abundance is sunshine. Many people look at a desert landscape and they only see a barren landscape, but the desert is beautiful, it’s alive, and it’s very, very fragile. I am all for solar power, but let’s not destroy pristine desert landscapes with solar farms! Let’s put the solar panels where we humans already changed the environment. Let’s put the solar panels on shopping malls, parking lots, landfills, …..

Leaving CA-58 in Mojave, I turned northeast on CA-14, which will take you right by Red Rock Canyon State Park. Seeing its spectacular, colorful rock formations, I had to stop for some easy hikes in the Red Cliffs area and Hagen Canyon. There is much more to explore there than what I did, and you can easily add a couple of days to the road trip right here.

The weather conditions this winter have not been right for a wildflower super bloom in this area, but nevertheless I found plenty of wildflowers on my hikes.

After a few hours at Red Rock Canyon State Park I continued on to the Trona Pinnacles, a National Natural Landmark, about 25 miles east of Ridgecrest,  in the middle of nowhere. After a very slow crawl over 7 miles of gravel/dirt washboard road, better suited for an all-terrain vehicle than my brand new VW Golf, I arrived at this very unusual landscape made up of more than 500 spires, some as high as 140 feet, rising from the bed of the Searles Dry Lake basin. The pinnacles vary in size and shape from short and wide to tall and thin, and are composed primarily of calcium carbonate (tufa), like those found in Mono Lake. Wandering and exploring around the pinnacles, especially if you time it for sunset, as I did, make it well worth the rattling drive.

Continuing on towards Death Valley, I passed through the town of Trona, named for the chemical (sodium carbonate) used to make soda ash, which is one of the ingredients in the glass making process. The town was designed in 1914 to house the workforce of the American Trona Corp., a mineral mining company. But as in so many other mining towns, the town population grows or shrinks depending on how the mine is doing. Well, I’d call Trona “a ghost town in the making”. Abandoned houses, next to ones still occupied, no more gas at the EZ Serve Gas station. But the wildflowers bloom, and beautify the abandoned properties, undisturbed by humans.

Driving through this town brings history to life. I have visited a very well-known California ghost town, Bodie, many times. Bodie didn’t become a ghost town over night; it was a slow death with the post office operating until 1942. It was very interesting for me to see the very same process happening today, here in Trona. Trona’s population had once peaked at 7,000, but is down to about 1,000.The mine is the life blood of the town. As the mine dies, so does the town. Heading out of town, I saw a large billboard saying “Prayer changes everything”. I don’t think prayer will save Trona.

Leaving Trona behind, as I drive through miles and miles of desert, in the comfort of a new, modern car, I cannot help but think about those courageous pioneers who crossed the California deserts in their wagons, without detailed maps or GPS. So many mountain ranges, so many deserts in between the mountain ranges, before you finally make it to the coast. After every mountain range you scale, comes another desert basin to cross. How many mountains, how many more deserts before you finally reach the coast?

As I am leaving one of these deserts, Searles Dry Lake, and Trona behind and climbing up the mountain range (Slate Range), which separates me from the next desert (Panamint Flat Dry Lake),  I see again beautiful patches of wildflowers along the road at the high elevations. From the car I notice primarily the various yellow ones, but once you get out of the car, you see the others. The delicate, little white ones close to the ground, the solitary deep purple ones, and some big white ones, which almost look out of place for a desert.

Coming down into the Panamint Flat Dry Lake desert, there are no more green, no more wildflowers. Another dirt road will take you to the ghost town of Ballarat, but I skipped it, as I wasn’t ready for yet another washboard driving experience.

Crossingr one more mountain range, the Panamint Mountains, and I have arrived at Death Valley by late afternoon. Perfect timing for some sunset photography at the Mesquite Flat Sand Dunes!

What better ending of this day than following the sunset shoot with catching  the full moon rising over the Grapevine Mountains while on my way back to my car. As an interesting side note - I came back the next evening for some more full moon shots, and was really taken by surprise to find out that the moon rise was 45 minutes later than the evening before!

Unlike Anzo-BorregoDesert State Park and Carrizo Plains National Monument, Death Valley National Park did not see a super bloom in 2017. There are wildflowers, especially at the higher elevations, but where there had been fields of yellow Desert Gold a year ago, today there were only a few, solitary yellow flowers. On the road from Beatty, NV to Furnace Creek, CA there were various types of yellow flowers and flowering shrubbery right next to the road, almost like guardians to the more delicate ones further in. I know it’s just water run-off from the roads that makes them thrive next to the road, but it feels like those flashy flower patches right next to the roadside protect the more fragile ones from being tramples on, as people won’t venture further in, if they can snap pictures right there at the side of the road. But especially in a normal spring you have to get out of your car and get your eyes close to the ground. Many desert flowers are not big and flashy but rather delicate, tiny, close to the ground.

More and different wildflowers lined the drive up to Dante’s View in the Amargosa Range on the eastern side of Death Valley. Unfortunately it was a totally overcast day and at 5475 ft (1669m) it was cold and the wind was howling, so not the ideal conditions to enjoy the view high above the Badwater Basin.

Death Valley has so much to offer, hikes, wildflowers, ghost towns, colorful rock formations, sand dunes, unfortunately a lot of these places are only accessible by high-clearance, four-wheel drive vehicles.  Maybe one day when I have exhausted what is accessible with my VW Golf, I’ll rent a Jeep at Furnace Creek. This time I decided to explore the eastern side of Death Valley – Death Valley Junction and Shoshone, and then approach Death Valley from the south end via CA-178 from Shoshone to Badwater. Taking this route, I found more abandoned or almost  abandoned places, and I learnt an interesting piece of geography. The Amargosa River (short for the Spanish “aqua amargosa = bitter water"), which originates in the hills north of Beatty flows south, mostly underground, on the eastern side of the Amargosa Range, before making an abrupt turn west and north near the Dumont Dunes to end in Badwater Basin. It was also a good route for more beautiful wildflowers as well as another ghost town, the Ashford Mills Ruins, another short-lived mining adventure in Death Valley. The original mill was built in 1914 by the Ashford brothers, to process ore from the Golden Treasure Mine 5 miles to the east in the Amargosa Range.

 Generally most of the over 140 metal mining adventures which sprang up in Death Valley over the past 150 years were “fading fortunes”. One of the earliest successful mining operations was the Harmony Borax Works, which was active from 1883 to 1888. This mill was famous not for its ore deposits, but for the Twenty Mule Team wagons used to transport the partially refined borax.

In the early 1900s renewed interest in gold and silver mining, revived some of the dying mines, and delayed the death of some of the mining towns, like the before mentioned town of Bodie further north. Here in the Death Valley area a few new mines, like Rhyolite, and Keane Wonder became large-scale operations, and boom towns sprang up around these mine. But it was once again a short lived boom. Prosperous large-scale metal mining in Death Valley ended around 1915. Rhyolith is one of the more easily accessible ghost towns, just off the road (Hwy 374) from Furnace Creek to Beatty, NV. You can find several remnants of Rhyolite’s glory days. Some of the walls of the 3 story bank building are still standing, as is part of the old jail. The train depot (privately owned) is one of the few complete buildings left in the town, as is the Bottle House. Shooting these whitish concrete ruins on a full moon night, with only the sounds of wild animals, primarily burros, gives you quite an eerie feeling, but it is amazing how much light a full moon can provide, when you are in a none-light-polluted area.

Death Valley has such interesting geology. I love the many colors and shapes. Rock formations which look like almond-fudge ice cream, the beautiful hues at Artist's Palette in the late afternoon, or hiking Golden Canyon late in the afternoon, and you look, and you nod, and you think "Yep, that's why they named it Golden Canyon!".

Heading out of Death Valley on CA-190 East, in time to catch the Mesquite Flat Sand Dunes at sunrise, will take you to the almost dry Owens Lake, and another  almost ghost town, before you connect to CA-395, the major north-south traffic artery in the Eastern Sierra.

Owens Lake use to be a lake filled with water – until in the early 20th century, efforts to channel water from the eastern slopes of the Sierra Nevadawas identified as a solution to provide water-hungry Los Angeles with the water it needed so urgently for its further growth.  The Los Angeles Aqueduct was built, and completed in 1913. As a result of these water exports Owens Lake dried up by the 1920’s, causing alkali dust storms to plague the area. As I passed by, Owens Lake had a little bit of water, but I also witnessed the dreaded dust storms, which are a serious environmental and health issue for Owens Valley, and beyond.

Keeler on the eastern shores of Owens Lake, is another mining ghost town, I should probably say  “almost ghost town”, because,  I guess, as long as there is a Post Office and “Lots For Sale”, the town is not dead yet.

In 1880 the Owens Lake Mining and Milling Company built a new mill in Hawley (as Keeler was known back then) for processing silver ore from the Cerro Gordo Mines in the mountains to the east. Due to the success of the Cerro Gordo mines Keeler boomed – until  silver prices plummeted in the late 1800s. The Carson & Colorado Railroad, built in 1880, running from Mount House, NV to Keeler, CA, was advertised as the “direct, shortest and cheapest route for freight and passengers to mining towns and camps along the Eastern Sierra”.  A second boom of zinc mining in the early 1900s brought new life to the town and a tramway was built to bring the ore from Cerro Gordo to Keeler. However, by the 1950s all mining had ceased. The C & C RR was never extended to Mojave, as originally planned. Keeler became “the end of the line”, and in 1960 train service was stopped  all together and the tracks were removed in 1961.

Today Keeler is practically a ghost town. Many of the buildings are falling apart. “Ghost towns in the making” are not yet picturesque like the Ranger-managed, ‘arrested decay’ ghost town of Bodie. The places are abandoned, often vandalized. Rubbish is strewn all across the abandoned properties or junk is piled up high by someone hoping to put it to use or make some money off it. Occasionally you will find the creative local taking an artsy approach to some of the metal junk. There is a beautiful old gas station on the north side of town, but the gas station is filled with and surrounded with all sorts of discarded “antiques”. If Keeler were a tourist hotspot, this gas station would be all cleaned up and an attractive photo opportunity. Places like Keeler where people don’t mind someone living in an old school bus, are home to down-on-their-luck folks, to people for whom this is ‘the end of the line’.

Once you’re hitting CA-395 in Lone Pine, there are many opportunities for further stops and explorations along this very scenic route, all depending on how much time you have. As I had just visited the Ancient Bristlecone Pine Forest and the Bishop area last fall, I voted for a quick exploration of the Alabama Hills, just west of Lone Pine.

Walking, hiking, and climbing around the various rock formations, you immediately understand why the Alabama Hills are a popular filming location for television and movie productions, especially Westerns. Since the early 1920s, 150 movies and about a dozen television shows have been filmed here. You can pick up a map in Lone Pine and follow, unpaved, “Movie Road” in the Alabama Hills to explore some of these movie locations, but watch where you step, as there are plenty of beautiful, little wildflowers.

Heading north on CA-395 I went from desert climate and 90 F (32°C) degree weather to snow showers and freezing temperatures by the time I made it to Mammoth.

As I was coming down from Deadman Summit on Hwy 395, and caught my first glimpse of Mono Lake, I knew I had to stop at the Mono Lake South Tufa State Reserve! The color of the Lake was just amazing. Down at the lake I was surprised that the water level of Mono Lake was not higher, with all the rain and snow northern California received this winter. With storms already hovering over the Sierra, and moving down fast, there was no reason to hang around in hope for a spectacular sunset at the tufas.

Through on-and-off snow showers I continued north on 395, passing the turn-off to the already mentioned ghost town of Bodie. I would have loved to take a look at Bodie in the snow, but the road to Bodie is still closed. It is a very scenic drive from here through Walker River Canyon and Carson Valley to Gardnerville, NV, from where I headed west to South Lake Tahoe.

By the time I reach South Lake Tahoe, it was snowing pretty hard, and I awoke to a beautiful winter wonderland the next morning. I was fortunate that Carson Pass (CA-88) was open, although the road was partially snow covered. Coming from Death Valley I was just absolutely amazed how much snow was still there in the Sierra. But it disappeared within the blink of an  eye as I dropped below 6,000 ft (1800m) on the west side of the Sierra Nevada. All of a sudden, instead of driving between walls of snow, I was cruising through wine country towards Lodi, a small town in the northern part of California’s Central Valley.

If you have never been to Lodi, as I hadn’t, doing the “Lodi Walldog Murals” walking tour, is a good way of seeing downtown Lodi, and learning about its history through some of the murals. There are also plenty of opportunities for wine tasting in and around Lodi, as Lodi is best known for being a center of wine-grape production, and its Zinfandel wines have become quite respected in recent years– a fact I was not aware of. So maybe next time, instead of going on a wine tasting trip to Napa or Sonoma Valley, you might want to try Lodi.

Through farmland, mostly vineyards, I continued west towards Rio Vista, and then back to the Bay Area through the Sacramento River Delta.

I traveled 1,640 miles (2650 km) in 7 days, through varied landscapes and climates. You can easily spend 3-4 times as long travelling the same route, as there is so much more to see along the way, as I have indicated at times. I hope this travel blog will give you with some ideas and inspiration to go out and explore California yourself. If you would like to see more pictures from this road trip, I will be posting them at: https://www.facebook.com/pg/barbaranusselphotography/photos/

A Day in The Mission - a Day Trip to Latinamerica

San Francisco's Mission district, commonly know as The Mission, is a colorful, trendy neighborhood with a lively music and art scene, and many restaurants. Mexican, and later immigrants from other Lain American countries had brought their culture and businesses to the Mission, giving it that special Latin feeling. But with the dot-com-boom came a huge influx of young urban professionals, starting the gentrification process. Mission Street, the main thoroughfare, still maintains a very Latin American flair, but in many side streets it is quite obvious that the less affluent Hispanic population has been pushed out.

 A very vintage VW bus rolling down Mission Street

A very vintage VW bus rolling down Mission Street

The Mission is know for its street art, especially its murals, which can be found all throughout the Mission on walls and fences. Most famous are the murals at Clarion Alley and Balmy Alley. These murals are not static. They change, always reflecting the latest issues, political (Trump) as well as socioeconomic (gentrification, evictions, ...) or local events (remembering young people who died in fire at the Ghost Ship in Oakland). 

The Mexican history of the Mission is alive in festivals like the Cinco de Mayo Festival or the celebration of El Dia de Los Muertos.

For more pictures of this interesting and colorful district in San Francisco check out: 

https://www.facebook.com/pg/barbaranusselphotography/photos/albums/san francisco's mission district