Congratulations Nick Knutson, Woody White, Lanadawn Nusz, and Randolph Hudson!
|World Champion Packers. Photo by Cinnamon Gullery|
|World Champion Packers. Photo by Cinnamon Gullery|
|Jim Harvey at the Bishop Mule Days. 82 years old today|
|Jim Harvey and Bob Griego|
|Jim handles security at an important gate at the Bishop Mule Days|
|These cowboys are from Tombstone, Arizona and aim to keep the peace|
|The NPS brass|
|My good friend, Nick Knutson - top hand of the SEKI packers|
|Nick Knutson getting ready for his rodeo|
|I think I may have ridden this horse years ago|
Memorial Day draws lots of people, so the Lone Pine Campground was full, except for one spot which I grabbed. Honestly, I prefer the wide open spaces to the hustle and bustle of a packed campground. So with those thoughts, I gave up site #10 and headed for Horseshoe Meadow where I had camped years ago with my good friend, Scott Ruesch.
The elevation gain is substantial and the snow on the ground persuaded me to return to lower elevations. And that's when I spotted an isolated dirt road where my adventure began.
My bike fully loaded weighs about 1,000 pounds. A fully loaded bike that hits sand on a narrow dirt road often loses. Before I knew it, my bike went down at only 1-2 miles per hour. It took all of my strength to lift it back up and then it only got worse.
You see, I tried to turn around and my rear wheel sank deep into the sand. I had left the Lone Pine Campground because there were too many people and now I was alone. Alone and stuck. In moments like this, it is best to relax, take deep breaths, and to accept consequences. Nobody to blame but me. I was stuck, but stuck in one of the most beautiful spots on earth.
That evening I dug out as much dirt and shrubs from under my bike and set up camp, knowing that this was going to be home for tonight.
|This lonely dirt road was fine until I hit sand|
|My rear wheel was buried up to my saddle bags. I dug out as much dirt as possible for my big push in the morning|
|Stuck in the sand but what a view tonight|
|My million dollar view looking towards Mount Whitney|
|My Yamaha Road Star is a work horse ~ It has never let me down|
Of all the fire mountains which, like beacons, once
blazed along the Pacific Coast, Mount Rainier is the noblest …” —John Muir
Planning a Visit
Mount Rainier, ascending to 14,411 feet above sea level, stands as an icon in the Washington landscape and is 54 miles from Seattle. An active volcano, Mount Rainier is the most glaciated peak in the contiguous U.S., spawning six major rivers. Subalpine wildflower meadows ring the icy volcano while ancient forest cloaks Mount Rainier’s lower slopes. Wildlife abounds in the park’s ecosystems. A lifetime of discovery awaits. Over 97 percent of the park is wilderness—untrammeled, free from development; a place to explore, and to find solitude and wildness.There are three campgrounds at $20 per site: Cougar Rock (173 sites), Ohanapecosh (188 sites), and White River (112 sites). There are 10 primitive walk-in sites at Mowich Lake.GPS devices sometimes give inaccurate directions in this area, so keep a park map handy and pay attention to signs. Some roads are inaccessible in winter.To Do
Day hiking, Ranger-led activities, visitor centers and museums, skiing, snowshoeing, picnicking, horseback riding, camping, mountain climbing, wildflower viewing, the Longmire Historic District Walking Tour, and more.Hours
Open 24/7/365, weather permitting. Highest visitation is in July and August.Cost
$20 per motorcycle; $10 individual; $25 vehicle. All passes valid up to seven days for Mount Rainier National Park. Annual passes $50.For more information or to purchase a pass, visit www.nps.gov/mora.
|~ LAFD Fallen Firefighters Memorial Ceremony ~|
|Thank you, hotshots (all 20 members)|
|The view of the Memorial (lower left, center) and Yarnell|
|The Memorial. Photo by CNN|
Dear Woyjeck Family.
Time moves slowly when pain is always there. I do not pretend to understand but I am connected by a force that I do not understand.
Recently, I was on another motorcycle trip, this time out to Big Bend National Park in West Texas.
On my way home, I decided to go by Prescott and Yarnell on my way home to Three Rivers, California. I had never been to Yarnell before, yet, I knew one day I would be there if only in silence.Today was the day. Deep breath. OK, walk up that mountain.
The hike was longer than I thought. In my cowboy boots, it was a challenge.
Honestly, I was overwhelmed with the tribute to the 19 Granite Mountain Hotshots.
I had left Big Bend National Park only days before so I was a bit tired, but determined to visit this site.
For reasons that I do not fully understand, I stopped by your son’s granite rock along the 3 mile hike up the mountain. I do remember him from my brief encounter at Happy Jacks in Arizona.
I don’t know what else to say, other than I paused by his rock, to say that I remembered.
I’m proud to have met him and the other Granite Mountain Hotshots, doing what they loved, if only years later.
Tired, I left with a better outlook on life.
Robert GriegoMay 3, 2018
|The Woyjeck Family|