Showing posts with label Sand to Snow National Monument. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sand to Snow National Monument. Show all posts

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Over and out, Friday 2/21/25

 
Our month at Catalina Spa and RV Resort in Desert Hot Springs is over, and it's time to go home, some 560 miles away and a two-day drive with an overnight stop at Minter Field Air Museum (Harvest Host).  We have so enjoyed this time in the desert, happily avoiding those atmospheric rivers of rain pummeling our lonely home in the foothills of Nevada City ... and the cold, and the damp, and the gray.  Jimmy and I packed a lot into this month, going and doing, living life to the fullest we could.  Out and About -- hiking and biking and playing, and swimming -- oh, the pools!  I will miss swimming the most.  (I swam every day but one.)

The places we've gone, the fantastic sights we've seen, most of it new to us this year, and seeing San Jacinto in all its glory every morning when opening the front window curtains, ah, what a way to begin a day!

Being with friends made the time extra-special.  When we first arrived at Catalina, we were greeted by our friends, Betty and Wayne, from Newfoundland.  After they left, we met a pair of Oregonians named Nancy and Doug and formed a fast friendship.  Then our dear friends, Sue and Mo, arrived from Oregon, accompanied by their friends, Joanne and Phil in their RV, also from Oregon.  We were surrounded by Beavers and Ducks!  Wonderful seeing and being with y'all.

20250215

... new under the sun?

 
As we close in on our fourth and last week here in Desert Hot Springs, we're trying to cram in as much as we can, weather permitting.  This past week has been a mix of too windy to do anything and a rain day, though the BIG rain fell Thursday after we'd returned from a fabulous musical evening in the clubhouse and were snug inside our Tergel.  Notwithstanding either wind or rain, Catalina Spa's pools are our sweet siren song, and we're in every day.

Smartie pitched a fit on our way back from Joshua Tree last Sunday, so Monday was a hunt for a new air filter, which was ordered and picked up the same day, much to Smartie's relief; she's no longer gasping for air.


Don't tell Smartie that Jimmy was eyeing this snazzy car!

On Wednesday we made our way to Whitewater Preserve and started hiking, but the sky was dark and threatening and raindrops started falling on our heads, so we gave it up.  This past Friday, we drove to Indian Canyons to check out their trails, but the fellow at the entry kiosk told us that the trails were muddy, slippery and the wind was blowing like crazy, so we turned back to a different (and new) trail, just to be Out and About for a while.


Here are a few pics from our outing on the Tukut Trail
 in Whitewater Preserve on Wednesday.  


We didn't get too far.
Check out that sky!


X marks the spot?


Ahh, as we were trying to get across the wash to see water (Whitewater River), we turned around, saw the sky, felt raindrops, and said, okay, that's enough!


I know the river was blasting through here after Thursday's rain!
We had a fine day, anyway!

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Friday morning we awoke to a glowing rainbow, as rain showers continued over the mountains, with blue skies overhead.  Wacky.  When the wind blows through the pass, Desert Hot Springs really gets hammered, and the wind was whipping wildly again on Friday.  The main highways between DHS and Palm Springs were closed due to blowing sand, (second time since we've been here) which meant we had to find alternate routes to our Indian Canyons destination.


Here are a few pics from South Lykken trail, not too far from Indian Canyons (which was ruled out, as I said).  Jimmy's looking in the direction we're heading.  This close to Mount San Jacinto, we were under clouds and hoped it wouldn't rain.  Too bad the desert is colorless this year, as in, absentee flowers and flowering shrubs.  It figures:  No rain for months and months = no flowers.


This hawk was watching us (or perhaps a mouse or vole?).


The rocks/cliffs along here'bouts are aslant, stacked and crazy.
And fascinating.


We got this far before the trail grew narrow, rocky and straight up a mountain, not what we wanted to do.  Instead we followed a trail to the right of Jimmy.


Rain showers toward Indian Canyons.


I didn't try it, but I bet you could echo in this rugged box canyon!


I'm standing next to a dead bush, right?  Wrong!  The Chuparosa is beginning to bloom!  A couple of years ago when we were in Tahquitz Canyon, these common desert shrubs were in full bloom.  Obviously the desert received water that year.  Speaking of water, how about that dark cloud behind me?


We climbed down and up over the (dry) wash and kept walking on into Oswit Canyon, and I spied this teensy what-looked-like a little fern nestled into a rock crevice.  It's Parry's Lip Fern -- new to me.  Rare plant species?


That's about it.  We could've continued on, but it was time for lunch.  We enjoyed the two-mile/ish hike, (plus elevation gain/loss) and didn't get wet.  You can see what irrigation does in the desert -- see the green?  Looking toward part of the city.


Grabbed a phone pic this (Saturday) morning of San Gorgonio with his fresh mantle of snow.  Wow!  Always something new under the sun.

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Winter in the desert, to Feb 7th

 
One of the reasons, and there are many, we like coming to Desert Hot Springs is leaving the cold, rainy, gray days of winter in NorCal.  We've missed endless days of rain at home, atmospheric rivers of rain, with chilly temperatures to boot, that make the ol' bones hurt!  Or is it da joints?  Sitting-inside-by-the-fireplace-all-day kind of days.  Here in the desert, we can be Out and About every day if we choose to.  And we have a variety of options.

Another reason is being able to see or visit or experience new places.  On windy Wednesday Jimmy and I drove to Rancho Mirage to spend a few hours at Sunnylands, a gorgeous 200-acre estate founded by the Annenbergs.  It was the Ambassadors' "winter home," begun from a sandy patch in the desert in 1963.  Sometimes referred to as the "Camp David of the West," many US presidents, famous entertainers, dignitaries and diplomats gathered here.  From their website, it was:  "A place of history, hospitality, and diplomacy in the California desert."

Before embarking on a tour of the grounds, we watched an informative 20-minute movie, "A Place called Sunnylands," and learned much about the Annenbergs and their lives.  Jimmy and I have actually lived through this history, but the refresher was good for us. The winter home is 25,000 sq ft, with 11 man-made lakes, tennis courts and a nine-hole golf course.  Touring the home is offered for a fee, but we said not today.


You could roam some of the grounds for free and for a few bucks, you could see more of the estate, which we did.  The landscaping is just marvelous.  More than 70 species of arid-adapted plants in the gardens.


You know I love these sharp spiny barrel balls!


The Living Pyramid.


Jimmy at one end of the reflecting pond.  This water feature cycles water through a subsurface basin, creating the sound of water and a cooling space on hot days. It also provides water access to wildlife that come through Sunnylands.


Jimmy parked on a replica bench given to the President of the People's Republic of China by President Barak Obama at Sunnylands in 2013.


The cactus garden is fabulous.


The grounds walking tour was 1.25 miles and an hour long.  Above is the rear of the house, surrounded by the greenest of green grass.


Each lake we saw had lots of water fowl, as well as art depicting birds.  Walter was a birder!  The grass harbored ants and I wore sandals, so, naturally, I got bit.  


Isn't this lovely?


Their rose garden contained many rose varieties, all named and all very pretty.  The two yellow flowers on the left are hosting bees!

We also took advantage of the onsite café, enjoying a yummy salad lunch on the patio.  We counted Sunnylands as a delightful way to spend an afternoon, and recommend a visit if you're in the area.

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OMGosh, it was so windy in Desert Hot Springs on Thursday!  We decided to escape the wind and head up the mountain with our packs and a lite lunch.  We pulled in at Big Morongo Canyon Preserve to check out their hiking trails.  The wind was strong up here, too, but not as strong!  Thanks to the Morongo fault, ground water rises up year 'round, creating a marshy habitat and a great wildlife attractor. The Preserve is an internationally-recognized birding site.  We saw lots of birds eating from feeders, but nothing I hadn't seen before.

We strapped on our packs and headed out on 9-mile Big Morongo Canyon Trail, nestled into the Little San Bernardino Mountains.  At the start, the trail follows willow-lined Big Morongo Creek, before the creek vanishes. From the canyon floor, we gawked at steep-sided and sometimes towering canyon walls. I hoped to see Bighorn sheep, which occasionally perch on the rocks above, but nope.


Probably not the first people to take a photo at this spot!


Heading down on the Mesquite trail before reaching Canyon trail.


These willows are showing some spring color!
We could hear froggies, too!


We're always curious, but often there's no answer.
Very old, and, no, we don't know.


On the canyon trail.  Native plants are still in winter mode, and this is arid high desert, so it will never look like Sunnylands with drip irrigation!


But we did see a few flowers, bushes of Bladder Pod
Peritoma arborea - with a visiting bee 😊


The site of a landslide sometime in the past, this striated rock was the perfect seat for me to eat my lunch.  Jimmy chose a different rock nearby.


I imagine there are times when floodwaters roar through this canyon. 


We turned around after a couple of miles.  Little did I realize that our track was pretty much downhill, but when we commenced our return, I soon found out why the trail is considered moderate; for a while hiking to the car was tough!  Till we got out of the canyon and spotted this handsome dude.  I think it's the same Anna's Hummingbird that we feed at our house.  All-in-all, we put 4.5 miles on our feet.  Tomorrow we rest!


Man, look at the lenticular cloud gone tornado gaga!  Sorry about the power poles.  Sometimes you can't get past 'em.  We don't always see clouds in the desert, but when we do, they can be crazy!

So we're still living the life down here, appreciating our great good fortune to be where we are.  Happy to share it with y'all.

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Mission Creek Preserve, Tues 1/30/24

 
Looking on the Internet for new trails near Desert Hot Springs, Mission Creek Preserve popped up close, just a hop across Hwy 62 (the big hill), so we packed plenty of water and pointed Smartie west.  The temp was a moderate 75, not overwhelmingly hot.  We had a two-mile drive on a rocky gravel road to get to the gate, following frisky Mission Creek all the way, with snow-capped San Gorgonio looming in the background.  Picture-perfect!


We parked Smartie here and entered by a slot in the gate (no fee).  A hundred feet or so in were four stone buildings (below), remnants of a guest ranch from the last century.  I found a great site (click here) with a wealth of info about it, including old postcards showing how it looked back in the day.


Naturally, we walked up to them and inside and beyond, to the stone fireplace (below) -- just to poke around.  Twin palms behind have been there a long time.  Notice the day is very bright, no clouds, abundant sunshine.  (We learned there'd be no shade for our hike, either).  The rockwork is fantastic!


This massive stone fireplace was the centerpiece of the guest ranch dining hall.  Picture it, if you can, with tables and chairs for people dressed in dinner finery or for breakfast guests in cute nighties.  A devastating fire in 1960 burned everything to the ground, leaving only the stones.


Even a swimming pool, of sorts.  Not very big, nor deep, but I bet it felt good to dip your toes in on a hot day!  You see the stone chimney in the background.


Today, inside each stone building is a sturdy picnic table, with a well-made slated roof to provide a little shade.  I thought this photo might make your eyes crazy!  I enjoyed reading the history and seeing their pics on the site I mentioned, above.  You will too.


We continued on, most of the time adjacent to the creek and the wide, wide wash.  Springtime flooding waters come ripping down the hills and peaks into the canyon wash, overflowing any banks that might exist and throwing huge logs next to and beyond the trail (which is actually a gravel road) and turning the creek into a raging river.


On the other side of the trail are painted hills.

Located in a transition zone between the Sonoran and Mojave deserts, the 4,760-acre Mission Creek Preserve has a rich species composition with flora and fauna representing both deserts. In 2016, President Obama authorized the creation of the Sand to Snow Nat'l Monument, which encompasses Mission Creek Preserve, thrilling conservationists and outdoor enthusiasts who had long fought for the beloved landscapes be protected from development. The Sand to Snow National Monument stretches from the desert floor near Palm Springs to the peak of San Gorgonio, comprising 154,000 acres.  Yay!


Always in view:  snow-covered San Gorgonio!


In full sun, we hoofed it 1.6 miles to this former dude ranch Stone House.  Surprisingly to us, both front and back doors were unlocked, an invitation to come in and enjoy the shade, check out the maps on the walls.  Two working bathrooms with potable sink water were out back.  What a treat.  We refilled our water bottles!  Several clean picnic tables were placed out front beneath dormant sycamore trees and we took advantage of one, resting for a few minutes.  The ranch land was once a Mission Creek Indian Reservation.


We kept to the trail after leaving the Stone House, edging toward the fast-moving creek, as we're wont to do, and which is holding Jimmy mesmerized, above.


All the boulders/rocks looked white-washed.
The big 'un by me was striped.


Sure, Mission Creek is narrow now, but after the rains ....


Yes, the water is cold.




I was tempted, but resisted, though the log bridge didn't move.


This looks suspiciously like Scotch broom.


We quit at this point, a half mile +/- from the Stone House.  The trail/road had been washed away by last year's hurricane.  We'd had enough by this time, anyway, especially delighting in our time by the creek.  At the Stone House Jimmy refilled our bottles with more water and we hoofed it back to the car. Not quite five miles, lotsa steps, and ... should I say it again?  Okay.  Yep, we went straight to the pool, and aaaaaaaaahhh, heaven on earth.