Full-Moonrise and Sunset

I was treated with an excellent clear sunset and simultaneous full moon rise in Ft. Bragg after work this evening...

Big Wave Day

It was a big wave day along the Northern California coast today. We had our first frost of the season this morning, and the harvest is over for the vineyards in the area. Change is in the air as we transition further into fall...

The Coast

A clear, clear, clear day on the Northern California coast today. The mountains in the King's Range were clearly visible in Ft. Bragg. I think I can only recall one other day so far this year when I was on the coast and visibility was this good. The rain's are a coming however...

Another Tribute to Water

Sierra water is the best!

Kokanee Salmon

One of the highlights of the weekend was the unexpected discovery of Taylor Creek, where the Kokanee salmon return to spawn every October. The creek runs under the 89, and I stopped my car to take some pictures of yellow aspen trees. Then I saw a few people looking into the water under the bridge. There were salmon everywhere! One woman said she has returned to the creek every year for the last five years to see the salmon.

There is a nice paved walk that takes visitors through the meadow, around the creek, with excellent views of surrounding peaks. I couldn't help but feel extremely blessed to witness such a fantastic phenomenon unexpectedly. The Kokanee salmon were introduced to Lake Tahoe in the 1940's. The adult salmon return to Taylor creek to spawn, die shortly afterwards, and then the baby salmon are washed back into Lake Tahoe when the snow melts in the spring. The ducks like to eat the newly laid salmon eggs. Often, they would paddle with their feet to wash up some eggs and then eat them as they float up to the surface.

I experienced a bit of nostalgia when some of the parents brought their children down to the creek. The kids could not stop throwing rocks and sticks at the salmon. The parents kept yelling at the kids, but eventually another rock would fly into the creek, as the salmon would attempt to dodge the lethal projectile. It reminded me of my brothers and I when we would visit the Chesapeake Bay near Annnopolis, Maryland. Every trip would eventually descend into a hunting trip as unfortunate jellyfish and horseshoe crabs were mercilessly bombed with rocks from the pier from us kids. Eventually, we were taught to make miniature sailboats out of styrofoam and driftwood and bomb those instead. A book I just read about an indigenous tribe in the Amazon described the children running around the village with miniature bows and arrows hunting the tiny rodents in the surrounding rain forest. I guess the hunting instinct is still strong in us humans.

Pacific Crest Trail Thru-Ride: 1959

Here's a neat documentary about the first "thru-ride" on horseback of the Pacific Crest Trail in 1959.

Sierra Weekend

I visited the Tahoe area again this weekend and went for a couple of day hikes. I'm going to purposely keep this post somewhat vague because I visited a lake that from what I could tell, doesn't get a lot of traffic. Not that I have hoards of readers of this blog. It's a habit I would like to start however, because some places just don't need to be advertised. This place may or may not be special, but it felt like it.

When I arrived at this lake, I was struck by its beauty. It rivaled anything I've seen on the John Muir Trail. The trail leading to the lake seemed like it had not seen a lot of use this year. There was no one around all afternoon, and I had the spot to myself. It's a place I'd like to show to the right person someday. There was also a strange natural occurrence that seemed to be taking place. The air was filled with thick strands of spider webs floating through the sky, streaming off the tops of pine trees like silver ribbons. I saw a spider attached to one of them, wondering if they were taking flight or something.

For all intents and purposes, wildflower season seems to be over. There were a few blooms along the way, but not much. There were many birds chirping in the pines, probably voicing their protest towards me disrupting their paradise.

I spent a good part of the afternoon mesmerized by the changing colors of the water. There is something obviously beautiful about these frigid waters, but also something foreboding. Look deep into its bowels, and it's hard to find anything alive. I saw a few insects skimming the surface. Perhaps there are some micro organisms feeding along the floor.

It was a long, but fulfilling day of hiking. I returned to my vehicle well past dark, hiking the last couple of hours with my headlamp. Mosquitoes were non-existent! Temperatures dropped below freezing at night, and warmed perfectly during the day.