Thursday, July 22, 2021


This article "Saddleback Butte State Park" was published on the Destination Lancaster website on 9/29/2021.

Our Desert Jewels


Text: Robert Griego
Photography: Denise and Robert Griego

The desert comes alive as the sun dips below the horizon. The silhouette of the Joshua Trees paints surreal images. I’ve always loved the high desert – this is our first visit to Saddleback Butte State Park. 

The new campground host warmly welcomes us: “I just arrived last week and I’m settling into my job but if you need anything, please let me know. I’ll be going into Lake Los Angeles for groceries — about four miles away.” Her name was Lori, and she smiled when we said that our daughter is also named Lori. Kind words from a stranger set the stage for a memorable visit to this unique State Park in the Antelope Valley. 


There are two routes to Saddleback Butte – from either the campground or the picnic area. The picnic area route called the Little Butte Trail is a bit longer, but spectacular and a 2/12 mile round-trip. It’s best to hike in the evening or early morning. 

We select the picnic route in the cooler evening. We stop frequently for pictures of the sweeping desert vistas. Along the sandy trail, we see hundreds of tiny animal tracks that likely came by last night. The far-reaching vistas are rewarding as we allow our imagination to wander. The giant Joshua Trees, with sweeping arms, encourage us further. 

Soft evening sun, perfect for hiking.

Majestic Joshua Trees.

Hiking on the Little Butte Trail.

The desert is alive at night.

Saddleback Butte summit is near.

"Of all the paths you take in life, make sure a few of them are dirt."
- John Muir.


These desert views are memorizing.

I love the desert full of wonder as we take deliberate steps towards Saddleback Butte. Scientists say that this area was once a massive lake with creatures from a period long ago. Now, that has my imagination running wild as we move forward in the warm sand. 

One feels connected to nature.

I’m a country-western music fan at heart. With each step along the sandy trail, I hear and begin to hum the lyrics to the song, “Cool Water” by Marty Robbins: “…Keep a-movin, Dan, dontcha listen to him, Dan. He’s a devil, not a man. He spreads the burning sand with water. Dan, can ya see that big, green tree? Where water’s runnin’ free. And it’s waitin’ there for me and you...? 

A Roadrunner breaks my concentration as it darts in a flash after a lizard or mouse. As the temperatures drop, the desert comes alive. Nature takes center stage.

Priceless views abound.

The summit is within reach and the sweeping views push us further. It’s not a hard trail but it is work as the sandy trail slows us down. Think about walking on a sandy ocean beach and you’ll get the idea – great exercise. We’ve never been here before and the 360-degree panoramic vistas are breathtaking. 

The view of the valley below, framed by the towering San Gabriel Mountains and San Bernardino Mountains, is priceless. The cool breeze is comforting. In an odd way, I’m not eager to descend. Being able to see for 50 miles or more is rewarding. I hold my breath, breathing in the view as long as possible, before exhaling. Magical. Timeless. Thankful.

Summit views are 360.


This handicap-accessible ½ mile trail is a must. 

It’s 2,668 feet above sea level in the high desert. My wife, Denise grabs a brochure and immediately takes charge of the tour. She is a naturalist at heart, an avid hiker, and a nature lover. “Did you know that we are walking among one of the oldest living plants on earth, the creosote bush?” was her first observation. That caught me by surprise, as I thought the giant Sequoia Trees were older. “No.” She continues reading from the park brochure: “…some creosote clone rings have been dated at almost 12,000 years, making them among the oldest living things on earth…” 

I thoroughly enjoyed this nature trail, learning more about a prehistoric lake that covered the valley 10,000 years ago. We were encouraged to imagine animals such as mammoth-like Gomphotheres, saber-tooth tigers, and dire wolves who roamed the area.

Having worked 35 ½ years for the National Park Service, I consider this one of the best nature trails in California.

The Dowen Nature Trail is a must.

Views of Saddleback Butte from the Dowen Nature Trail are priceless.

The #6 post tells the story of the Creosote Bushes.

The Creosote Bush, one of the oldest living plants on earth.

Creosote Bush.


I’m not an artist but I was blown away by the featured artist, Cudra Clover: Historia. This was our first visit to the Museum of Art & History, a prime attraction along Lancaster’s BLVD.

MOAH is a must along the BLVD.

Cudra Clover: Hysteria. Wow!

The friendly MOAH staff explains the art.

Cudra Clover is a mind-blowing amazing artist.

Love her free-spirited art.


The Prime Desert Woodland Preserve, within minutes of downtown Lancaster, is ideal for families wanting to learn about the animals, plants, or simply to enjoy nature. This nature trail flows along nearly three miles of trails among Joshua Trees. The preserve encompasses an area of more than 120 acres of a desert landscape. I loved the nature quotes along the trail, by the likes of John Muir, Henry David Thoreau, Rachel Carson, and other conservationists. 

It is a great place to introduce kids to the wonder of nature and capture amazing Joshua Tree photographs along the trail

Welcome to the Prime Desert Woodland Preserve.

It's a great family trail.

We love all the conservation quotes.


There are ample places to spend the night in Lancaster. Tonight, after a long day of hiking and sightseeing,  we select the Marriott TownePlace Suites. 

It’s attractive, spacious, centrally located, and staffed with people who speak friendly.  We select their dinner recommendation – Complexity Restaurant. It is within walking distance. It’s nice to not have to drive to an exceptional, dining experience. I loved the fish dinner as we sampled their fine wines.

Lancaster, CA surrounded by some awesome State Parks is more than a place on a map - it’s a destination.

TownPlace Suites are beautiful accommodation.

OK, I'm envious as this H-D biker arrives from Arizona.


Saddleback Butte State Park, established in 1960 to protect the butte and examples of native Joshua Trees and other plants and animals is located in beautiful Southern California, 70 miles north of Los Angeles, and a hop-skip-and-jump from Lancaster, CA – 17 miles east on 170th Street East, between East Avenue J and East Avenue K.

Saddleback Butte (3,651 feet) in the western Mojave Desert overlooks an alluvial plain that has been used by indigenous people for at least 10,000 years. Imagine huge lakes that covered large portions of the AntelopeValley.


The best time to visit is in the spring or fall. The sun can be intense in the desert so always carry water, bring a hat, snacks, and the park brochure that contains a map.

Activities: Visitor Center, picnicking, hiking, camping, equestrian use, bird watching, star gazing, and wildflower viewing in the wetter spring months. The “Dic” Dowen Nature Trail is great for everyone, especially the elderly and children. 

Saddleback Butte Campground is first-come, first-served with 37 sites containing a table, BBQ grill, and fire ring. There is potable water and restrooms. About a mile from the campground are 27 picnic sites with great shaded ramadas, tables, barbecue grills, potable water, and restrooms. Our cell phone reception was good throughout the area.



Saddleback Butte State Park is open from sunrise to sunset for day use. The campground is open 24 hours.



Day-use picnic parking is $6, camping is $20 ($2 senior citizen discount).

For more information, see

Wednesday, July 21, 2021

~ 112 Degrees ~

“Adventure is worthwhile.” ― Aristotle.

I knew it was hot here in Three Rivers, CA but the temperature on my instrument panel - 112 degrees - was concerning. It was time to get out of Dodge and head for the cool coast, 150 miles away where the high was a mere 64 degrees.

112 degrees in Three Rivers, CA

My ride begins with a farewell kiss from Denise and a picture.

Lunch along Highway 41.

Normally, I'd travel Highway 1 from Monterey, pass the Bixby Bridge, down to Morro Bay. It's a scenic route with dramatic ocean views and a road full of challenging curves. There are also ample camping spots along this route. I love it. However, today is a quick one-night trip so I'll take a direct route from Three Rivers to San Simeon State Park where I hope to get a campsite.

The entrance station ranger asks: "Do you have a reservation?" It is always a good idea to ask if there are any last-minute cancellations when you don't have a reservation. "Today is your lucky day, site 229 in the Washburn Campground is open for tonight only," she adds with a smile. I buy some firewood and head up the road to Washburn to stake my claim. The evening sun is setting and I can hear the ocean waves a short distance away.

Campsite 229 is perhaps the best site in the entire campground. It is surrounded by huge pine trees that will make a perfect spot to hang my hammock.

Here are a few pictures from that trip.

Bought some firewood for camp.

Home for the night.

Upper room tonight.

Camp life.

Washburn Campground, San Simeon State Park.


The temperature in the morning was 46 degrees.

My 2019 Indian Springfield.

Sunset at San Simeon State Park.

JBJ Round Up Pizza in Cambria is a favorite spot.

Morro Bay State Park.

Farewell Morro Bay, heading home to Three Rivers.

Sunday, July 4, 2021

~ Remembering the 4th of July ~

"The mountains are calling and I must go." - John Muir.

Our backpacking trip in Sequoia National Park was difficult. The last part of the trail would require scrambling over granite rocks -- the map described it as a "cross-country route." 

We hiked a total of 17 miles over four days. Having never been there before, it concerned me. 

Lodgepole to Moose Lake, Sequoia National Park.

My younger brother, Wilfred could care less. He thought it was pure fun. After all, he was just 10 years old and this was his first wilderness experience. He came to spend a summer with me at Lodgepole in Sequoia National Park where I worked on a garbage truck during my summer break from San Jose State. It was the best job I ever had. The post is called, Then and Now.

I convinced our mom back in Barstow that he would be fine, though she really didn't know how perilous the backcountry could be. She was the best mom, allowing us to fulfill our dreams providing we were always "careful." And now, she entrusted his safety to me. I was concerned. Her words echoed in my mind with each step on our maiden backpack trip.

At 10 years old, he boarded a Greyhound Bus in Barstow, CA, and headed for Visalia, CA some 200 miles away where I picked him up. Later, he told me that he did not get off the bus until the driver shouted: "Visalia." 

Think about that, at just 10 years old. 

It was July 4, 1970, when we began our backpacking trip from Lodgepole via Pear Lake to Moose Lake.

Honestly, I do not remember the trip. It was only after looking at some lost photos that the memories became focused.  

A few days ago, I asked Wilfred if he remembered the trip, he immediately replied: "Yes. I remember hiking up granite rocks that followed a stream. We caught and ate fish. You gave me a can of tomato juice to drink along the trail. We camped for many days."

Here are some of those long-lost pictures from our backpacking trip in July 1970 from Lodgepole to Moose Lake and a bit further in Sequoia National Park.

Moose Lake sits at 10,565'. The last 2 miles from Pear Lake to Moose Lake were cross-country.

Moose Lake was surreal. We were on top of the world.

While the temperature was 80 degrees, the water was ice cold.

Writing a "love letter" to the girl constantly on my mind who I met at San Jose State - Denise Saldivar.
The first few words...."I miss you and my days without you are miserable..."
We got married on June 14, 1971, after my college graduation. 
We celebrated our 50th anniversary a few weeks ago.

Wilfred swimming at a mountain lake along the way.

Robert and Wilfred Griego in our younger days.

Our camp.  Getting fishing gear ready for the morning.

Wilfred catching trout for dinner.

Seven trout made a delicious dinner.

Moments after reaching home at Lodgepole, CA in Sequoia National Park.
Check out my ultra-light cotton sleeping bag. My smile says it all.

~ Remembering the 4th of July  ~