San Francisco - April 2021

 In the first weekend of April 2021, Mary Ann and myself, went down to San Francisco for a quick post Covid lockdown getaway.  We drove down to our hotel, the Petite Auberge on Bush Street  near Union Square, parked the car and set off to explore on foot.  We had booked a 2:30 entry into the De Young Museum so that was our ultimate destination.  On the way we walked over to Union Square and down Maiden Lane to see the Frank Lloyd Wright building there, the V.C. Morris Gift Shop.  Unfortunately the building was closed so we could not see the interior which apparently is impressive and it was a prototype for the curving staircase in his later Guggenheim Museum in New York.  

Frank Lloyd Wright's Maiden Lane building

Walking the streets of San Francisco that Sunday afternoon we immediately noticed a two things; one that the streets were not at all busy - where there would normally be throngs of tourists, today there were hardly any; the other that lots of businesses were closed - with all the tourists staying away and with many office workers working from home it has been difficult for many businesses to stay alive and one wonders how many will reopen when this pandemic is over.  In some ways that made it nice to be around when there weren’t many people, but then on the other hand it was quite sad to see what a toll the pandemic had taken in the city.

We walked in the general direction of the De Young and went through the Tenderloin District.  At the best of times this is a pretty sketchy area but right now it looked particularly bad.  There are just so many people having a hard time these days and they are accumulating on the streets, particularly in the Tenderloin.  It was almost a third world-ish scene plus there was plenty of evidence of drug usage too - culminating in one guy injecting himself, between the toes, in an alleyway off the main street in the middle of the day.  It was not a comfortable walk.

We grabbed a bite to eat at one of the few places open, Max’s Opera Cafe.  It was a mediocre lunch in a place where I had previously had decent food.  We then Ubered over to the Golden Gate Park and the De Young.  The park was more crowded with people out and about enjoying the fine Spring afternoon.  People were wearing masks too.  That message had obviously gotten across to everyone.  I can’t say the same has happened in Sacramento.

The exhibit at the De Young was a combination Picasso and Alexander Calder exhibit.  I had only been aware of Calder as a maker of intricate mobiles but he was much more - a painter and a sculpture and a talented bender of wire.  I liked the wire sculptures the best - from lengths of wire he formed shapes that were so expressive.  Viewed from different angles and with carefully lighted projections of their shadows on the gallery walls they took on remarkable form.  Picasso, of course, dabbled in everything, including sculptures and mobiles and his work is always enjoyable.

Calder Mobile

Calder Sculpture

Picasso - Portrait of a Young Girl

After the main exhibit we went into an AI exhibit that should have been more interesting to me, but I think by then I had had my fill of gallery viewing.

From the gallery we walked back towards the hotel through Golden Gate Park and then down onto Market Street before getting an Uber back to the hotel.  At the hotel wine and cheese were awaiting.  For dinner in the evening, we got take out food (paella) and ate it in our hotel room - that’s a common way to do it these days.

In the morning after breakfast we set off to view some of the more obscure highlights of the city.

Isadora Duncan birthplace

We started with the building where Isadora Duncan, the dancer, was born.  A plaque commemorates the place and an alley has been named after her. 

The Bohemian Club

Then it was on to the Bohemian Club, the boys club for the wealthy and the powerful of this world.  A nice enough building with nothing to identify it as explicitly the Bohemian Club.  There is a plaque on the outside with a line from Shakespeare’s Midsummer Night’s Dream - “weaving spiders come not here”, implying that concerns from the outside should not be brought inside the building.  

Greta T.

On the way over to our next location there was a mural of Greta Thunberg.  Not a very flattering mural but nonetheless there she is on the side of a building in San Francisco near Union Square.  She has certainly made an impact on all of us.

450 Sutter Street Entry

450 Sutter Street

Next was a quick look at the building at 450 Sutter Street.  This is a high rise building (26 floors) designed by Timothy Pflueger.  Its exterior is impressive but not the most impressive you will find in the city but the entry doors and the interior lobby are extravagantly wonderful.  I guess the style is known as Neo-Mayan Art Deco.  We were ushered into a lift and so off we went up a few floors but these upper floors are just unremarkable medical offices, it's the main lobby that makes it well worth the visit.

Maltese Falcon Plaque

A few blocks away in a small alleyway called Burrit Street is a small plaque commemorating a fictional murder.  In Dashiell Hammett’s Maltese Falcon, Brigid O'Shaughnessy “did in” Sam Spade at this location.  It is a pretty seedy location and one could well imagine that sort of thing happening.

Eglise Notre Dame des Victoires

Eglise Notre Dame des Victoires

We next stepped inside a nice little Catholic Church further down Bush Street - the Eglise Notre Dame des Victoires.  A lovely church with some beautiful stained glass windows.  The church was built by French Catholics in the late 1800’s, it was destroyed in the earthquake of 1906 and then rebuilt.  It still offers French language services.

The Corporate Goddesses

On California Street on the top of a high rise building designed by Phillip Johnson are a series of sinister draped figures.  The artist that created them called them “Corporate Goddesses” but they look more like grim reapers.

The City Club/Stock Exchange

At the City Club Building in what was once the Pacific Stock Exchange we tried to get in to see the first mural painted by Diego Rivera in the USA.  Alas we were not allowed in.  We will have to make an appointment to view it the next time.

We then walked over to the Ferry Building stopping at Blue Bottle Coffee, a mecca for coffee enthusiasts, on the way.  We found the Ferry Building and the nearby Embarcadero Center to be almost deserted.  What typically is a very busy tourist and workplace location is now very different.  Many businesses are simply closed either temporarily or perhaps even permanently and there were relatively few people around.  

Amazon Go Store

There was one of the new Amazon Go stores around so we tried that out.  You check in with your smartphone app and then just wander around picking up whatever you need.  There is no check out but as you leave you are billed for whatever you pick up.  The ceiling of the store has an array of cameras that are tracking your every move through the store and identifying whatever you pick up or replace.  It is not done by bar codes or anything like that but perhaps by shelf location and some product packaging recognition.  Is this the future?  I don’t know but it was a fun experience.

Dennis Sullivan Memorial

Back at our hotel to pick up our car we noticed a plaque on the building across the road.  It was a memorial to Dennis Sullivan who was the Chief of the San Francisco Fire Department at the time of the 1906 earthquake.  He and his wife were in bed at the time of the earthquake and they were buried in the rubble as buildings around them fell.  As if that weren’t enough, poor Dennis was also badly scalded by a broken radiator that continued to pour out steam and hot water after the quake.  He later passed away some 4 days later.  This took place at a firehouse further down Bush Street but the memorial is here, across from the Petite Auberge in what also looks like an old firehouse.

Standard Gas Station

In the car now, we drove over to Van Ness to see the one and only Standard Gas Station in California.  This gas station is in almost every way a Chevron station but the signage shows Standard.  It is maintained as such so that Chevron can have an active trademark of the Standard name.  Standard Oil being the name of Rockefeller’s monopolist company that once controlled 90% of the US oil supply and that was divided up in 1911 by the U.S. Supreme Court.

Rincon Annex Post Office

Rincon Mural

After an abortive attempt to find the Defenestration Building which sadly has been demolished we moved on to the Rincon Post Office.  This is a beautiful Streamline Moderne building once occupied by the U.S. Post Office.  While the exterior is wonderful what is inside is even more wonderful.  The building houses some 27 murals painted by a Russian artist, Anton Refregier, who won a contest to paint the murals sponsored by the US Government.  The murals were controversial in that some of them portrayed events that some did not like to be reminded of (like labor unrest) and it was even discussed that they should be completely removed or destroyed.  Fortunately they have survived and the most beautiful of post offices is now on the National Register of Historic Places.

Rincon Mural

Interior Rincon Post Office Annex

Death Valley - March 2021

At the end of March Mary Ann and I decided to go on a road trip to Death Valley together.  March/April is the best time to visit the park as it is not too cold and not too hot and since it was also my 70th birthday weekend it made sense to get out of town to avoid the rapturous celebrations that would no doubt be taking place.  I also wanted to do a final trip in my Land Cruiser before selling it and Death Valley would be a great place to exercise it for the last time.

Mono Lake and the White Mountains

On Saturday morning (20 March 2021) we set off in the damp and the rain and made our way up I-80 to Tahoe and out to Spooner Summit and down to highway 395 into Nevada.  By the time we had reached the Lake the bad weather was behind us and we had fine weather for the rest of the day.  We drove down 395 through Bridgeport, past Mono Lake, which was looking spectacular, and on to Mammoth Lakes.  At Mammoth we turned east on Benton Crossing Road and headed over to our overnight stop in Benton Hot Springs.  Benton Hot Springs is an interesting place.  It is just a few old buildings, now mostly deserted and derelict but it has a hotel and we had a room there for the night.  It was the quirkiest hotel I have stayed in for a while.  We had the cowboy room with a wonderful mural above the bed and all sorts of cowboy and Native American artifacts in the room.  

Benton Hot Springs Hotel

The hotel has several hot pools around the property and the hot water for the hotel and the underfloor heating all comes from the hot springs.  They actually have to cool down the water in a tank for the hotel’s cold water supply.  That evening we dined al fresco on the patio of the hotel and soaked in the hot tub behind our room.

Benton Hot Springs

The next morning we set off towards the northern entrance to Death Valley.  We gassed up in Dyer and then entered the park via Eureka Valley.  A couple of burritos strategically placed on the engine before we left our hotel provided us with a nice warm breakfast on our way into the Eureka Valley.

Eureka Dunes

The Eureka Dunes at the southern end of Eureka Valley are quite tall and impressive - significantly larger than any of the other dunes in the park.  From the Dunes we headed up towards Dedeckera Canyon and Steelhead Pass.  As we passed by the south side of the dunes we were startled by a pair of C-130 Transport planes flying low, very low, over the road.  The Air Force uses the valleys around Death Valley for its low altitude flight training.

Low Altitude Flight Training

Dedeckera Canyon has a few tricky spots on its ascent to Steelhead Pass but the Land Cruiser handled them perfectly.  On the way down the other (south) side of the pass there is a strange installation - up an unmarked side canyon, a bath tub sunk in the ground and filled with blue marbles.  Who put that there and why they did it, no one knows.  It’s just one of the things that makes Death Valley so interesting.

Blue Marble Bath

Heading down the trail into the Saline Valley we came across a hiker.  I first thought he was wearing a too short pair of shorts, but no, as we got nearer we found that he was not wearing any shorts at all - just a T shirt and a pair of hiking boots, nothing else.  Death Valley attracts the strangest of people.

Saline Valley Hot Springs

We set up camp for the evening at the Upper Saline Valley Hot Springs.  There were quite a few folks there already so we found a more secluded spot to pitch our tent.  We didn’t go into the hot springs as they seemed to be quite busy and there were way too many naked old men around.  Instead we dined on a fine meal of Spaghetti Bolognese and retired to the tent.  In the night I was awoken by a burro walking by the tent - he didn't come in.  There are quite a few burros around in the valley.  They were left there by the miners and they have been quite successful in their breeding.  The park has a plan to remove them as they are considered non-native invasives.

Fine Dining in Saline Valley

The next morning we packed up and prepared to drive south down the Saline Valley.  Before we left camp we had a fun discussion and education on the ways of Hot Spring Life from Denis, a colorful and very chatty character who puttered around the springs on his motorbike.

Denis and his motorbike

The road south is a washboard road that is not much fun to drive on but the valley is beautiful in a Death Valley barren and extreme kind of way.  We passed the site of an old tramway that was built in 1911 and operated until 1930, that transported salt gathered from the valley floor up and over into the Owens Valley where it was shipped further afield.  Very little remains of the tramway now, just a few old towers out in the salt flats, but what an impressive operation that must have been.

Lippincott Pass down to Saline Valley

At the foot of Lippincott pass we dined on another engine warmed burrito before making the ascent up the pass and over into the next valley, Racetrack Valley.  In the bottom of this valley is a playa, the Racetrack, that displays a strange and unique phenomenon.  There are several fairly large rocks that show tracks of their movement across the playa.  The tracks of the stones are many yards long and for a long time no one knew how they were created.  However, scientists have recently discovered it was a combination of ice, followed by the melting of the ice at a time of very strong winds with of course a very flat playa.

Moving Rocks on the Playa

At the northern end of the valley is Tea Kettle Junction.  A place where people adorn the road sign with various tea kettles.  Judging by the messages on them it looks like they are mostly recent additions.  Perhaps the Parks Service removes them periodically and people slowly replace them.

Tea Kettle Junction

It was then more of the washboard road up to Ubehebe Crater.  This is a magnificent volcanic crater created by an eruption of steam (a phreatic crater) and it is nearly ½ mile wide and some 700 ft deep.  The date of the eruption is not clear but it may be quite recent - 700 to 2000 years ago.

Ubehebe Crater

From Ubehebe we joined the tarmac road through the valley so we aired up and sped along through Furnace Creek and out towards Death Valley Junction.  On the way we stopped at Zabriskie Point to view the beautiful erosional landscape there.  It was close to sunset and the place was quite busy with everyone snapping a photo of the great light conditions at that time of day.

Zabriskie Point

We stayed the night at the Amargosa Opera House Hotel in Death Valley Junction.  This is quite an interesting place.  It was originally the accommodations for executives and investors associated with the local borax mining operations.  When the industry failed in the 1940’s it fell into disrepair until a Marta Becket, a Broadway performer and ballerina, happened to see it and decided to buy it.  She decorated it with her murals (she was a talented artist), opened it as a hotel and began performing there in the associated meeting room now called the Opera House regardless of whether she had an audience or not.  Her last performance was in 2012.

The Amargosa Opera House Hotel

The hotel is struggling now and it is quite run down.  Death Valley Junction is a long way from Death Valley itself and there is nothing else in the town.  A non-profit is trying to keep the hotel alive but it needs a lot of upkeep and some serious renovation money to make it viable.  That being said we enjoyed our stay in this most quirky of hotels.  Sadly because of Covid the Opera House itself was closed so we could not see the murals that Marta painted in there.

The Amargosa Opera House

Our next day we headed north from Death Valley Junction up towards Beatty.  Beatty is an old mining town and it is the largest population center on the east side of Death Valley.  It has a few hotels, a couple of casinos, gas stations but surprisingly no grocery store.  I don’t think there are many fresh vegetables eaten in Beatty.  After gassing up, we headed west and entered Titus Canyon.  I had been to Titus Canyon a couple of times before, most notably to run the Death Valley Marathon in 2008, and I always enjoy it.  The views at the head of the canyon are spectacular and the canyon itself is wonderful as it narrows down before emptying out into Death Valley itself.

Titus Canyon

After we got out of Titus Canyon we drove south through Furnace Creek, stopping briefly at the Devil’s Golf Course to see the weird wind driven salt formations, and Badwater the lowest spot in the USA at 282 ft below sea level.  Then it was down to the southern end of Death Valley and up Warm Springs Canyon to Butte Valley.  The wind was really blowing hard and the views at the southern end of the valley were obliterated with blowing sand.  We got out to air down the tires at the start of Warm Springs Canyon and got abraded with fine sand.  Not an environment you want to be outside in for too long.

Blowing Sand in Death Valley

We stopped to examine a couple of mining operations on the way up Warm Springs Road, some perhaps quite recent, and then climbed over the pass into Butte Valley.  Butte Valley is named after the striped rock butte that sticks up in the middle of the valley.  I had hoped to stay that night at the Geologist’s Cabin that overlooks the valley but someone had already taken up residence there so we moved on.  A short distance away is Stella’s Cabin and we stayed there.  There are several of these cabins around the more remote spots in the Valley.  Usually old miner’s cabins that have been retrieved from total deterioration by fellow off roaders.  The idea being that they are made available on a first come first served basis with an understanding that you try and leave the place a little better than you found it.  Stella’s Cabin had a wood stove and a good supply of wood, a table and sink for cooking, an old refrigerator (not functioning) for non perishable food storage and most of its windows were still intact.  It provided a great shelter from the winds that night.  The tent would not have been a good place.

Stella's Cabin

The next morning was beautiful and calm and we dallied a long time over breakfast admiring the views over Butte Valley.   Mary Ann did a wonderful job of sweeping out the cabin making it look a lot better and we left some food in the refrigerator for any subsequent visitors.  The road from the cabin then went over Mengel Pass and dropped down into Goler Canyon.

Stella's Cabin

Goler Canyon is the home of Barker Ranch, a one time ranch house that was first a miner’s cabin and then the retreat for a family, the Barkers, from Oklahoma.  It is now more famous for being the place where Charles Manson was arrested back in 1969.   Alas the once impressive looking ranch house burned down in 2009 and it is now only a shell.

The remains of Barker Ranch

Surprisingly there was quite a lot of water down the lower part of Goler Canyon and it was nice to see some green trees and bushes for a change.  On the way down the canyon we saw several burros wandering around and then a couple of big horned sheep.  The latter were quite spectacular and didn’t seem too perturbed by our presence.

Bighorn Sheep

The canyon empties into the lower end of the Panamint Valley and from there we drove north to Ballarat.  There’s not much happening in Ballarat, though the store/trading post there has been cleaned up a little and the owner now sells a few trinkets and T-shirts.  The truck belonging to Tex Watson (of Charles Manson gang fame) with the stars painted on the interior roof of the cab is still sitting there.

Tex Watson's Truck in Ballarat

Traveling further north in the Panamint Valley we took the side road to Wildrose Canyon to see the charcoal kilns there.  They are quite beautiful structures - 10 of them all lined up in a row - and they are very well preserved.

Wildrose Charcoal Kilns

That was the end of our Death Valley adventure and we drove out of the park that evening through Panamint Springs up and over to highway 395 where we stayed the night in the very fine Trails Motel in Lone Pine.  That evening we had our first meal inside a restaurant in over a year.  It wasn’t a particularly good meal but it was nice to sit inside a restaurant for a change.  The seating was limited and the waitress at least had her mask over her mouth, but sadly not over her nose.

The next day we awoke to a magnificent view from our hotel room over to the High Sierras (room no 5 at the Trails has the best view).  The entire trip has been one great view after another and this one was surely one of the more remarkable.  One of those peaks up there was Whitney, the highest point in the lower 48.  We also awoke to the smell of patchouli blowing in the wind.  The owner of the hotel, an Indian gentleman, was burning a clump of joss sticks outside his office - a nice touch.

The High Sierras behind the Alabama Hills near Lone Pine

Driving north we skipped the Lone Pine Movie Museum, and the Manzanar Internment Camp and landed in Bishop at Schatt’s Bakery where we bought bread, sandwiches for lunch and had our breakfast outside the bakery.  The bakery does an incredible trade even in these Covid days.  The staff all looked over worked and over stressed however - perhaps it is not a great place to work.

Driving north on 385 I was hoping to get into the ghost town of Bodie.  I have been there lots of times and it never fails to amaze me, and Mary Ann had never been so she needed to see it.  The main road to Bodie was closed but I had hoped the southerly entrance from the north side of Mono Lake would be open.  Alas they were working on the road and it was closed off.  Plan B was to then try and find the miner’s cabin at Bass Camp so we set off into the hills to the east of Mono Lake.  We bounced along for a while and Mary Ann had a taste of off road driving but Bass Camp was too far away so we abandoned that idea and turned back towards Mono Lake.  We did see a lot of wild horses in this section so we did get to complete the trifecta of large Nevadan mammals on this trip - the burro, the bighorn sheep, and the wild horse.

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Wild Horses

We stayed this last night of our trip in Bridgeport where it was snowing.  Poor old Bridgeport was struggling through the Covid pandemic.  Most things were closed and when we walked out in the evening the only place open was the convenience store at the gas station.   With the snow coming down it looked quite bleak.

Next morning we had one more attempt to get into Bodie, this time from the northern route but after climbing a good way up into the Bodie Hills and getting quite close to the town we decided to turn back.  The snow was getting quite deep and there were no tracks going further up the road.  We didn’t want to finish our trip by being marooned in the snow outside Bodie.

Snow in the Bodie Hills

The drive up 395 to highway 50 was uneventful apart from a Bald Eagle sighting as we climbed up to Spooner Summit.  We were home just after 2;00pm.  Another great trip and the Land Cruiser performed wonderfully.   Should I really sell it now?

There are more photos here. 

Weimar Trails, Graves and the Sabbath

In this time of Covid restrictions I have been enjoying the runs with friends and the discovery of new trails in interesting places.  One Sunday at the end of February, Mary Ann showed me a new trail up in her part of the world, Auburn.  It was in Weimar which is a small settlement a few miles east of Auburn on I-80.  I have passed it thousands of times but never really taken the time to look around. 

Weimar which was given its name by the descendants of the founder of the town who came from the Weimar area of Germany was the home of the Weimar Sanatarium which is now the Weimar Institute, now owned by the Seventh Day Adventist Church.   At the entry to the Institute you can gain access to the trails of the area.  The wooded hilly trails are wonderful examples of Sierra Foothill trails - shady for the most part, single track and primarily for walkers and runners - no mountain bikers (that we saw).  

We ran on the Frontier Trail, a trail that runs around the perimeter of the area.  It winds up and down through the forested hills and eventually it loops back to the Institute where it passes through an old cemetery.  A large cemetery with around 1500 graves spread out across the hillside in orderly rows.  Apart from three or four graves that were named and had more modern stone markers all were simple wooden plaques identified only by a number. 

The Weimar Sanatorium was built to provide treatment and isolation for poor and indigent tuberculosis patients in the early part of the 20th century.  TB was quite the scourge in its day being much worse than say the AIDs epidemic in our later time period.  It was contagious so patients needed to be isolated in specific TB hospitals such as the one at Weimar.  

This being a hospital for indigent patients, when they died they often did not have the funds to take care of the burial so they were buried in simple graves behind the hospital.  I guess this is what you would call a Potter's Field.

In the 1950's and later better treatments for TB were found and the need for a specialist isolation hospital was no longer required.  The hospital changed to a more general health center for the community until in 1972 it was closed.  It served as a relocation center for Vietnamese refugees for a while before it was purchased by the Seventh Day Adventist Church.

At the end of our run as we entered the old hospital area we came across some 30 or more granite boulders each with polished surfaces bearing inscriptions.  They were obviously part of a work in progress for the Seventh Day Adventists.  Most of the inscriptions dealt with the Sabbath and honoring the Sabbath and what happens when you don't honor the Sabbath.  With so many boulders, it is obviously going to be quite a large installation and it is being done at no small cost.  It left me wondering why so many (nearly all in fact) of the inscriptions dealt with the Sabbath day.  Surely their religion has a bit more to offer us than just warnings about resting on the Sabbath, which is Saturday in their religion.  

As a retired person I am pretty much a Seven Day Adventist myself.

Finally for a bit more distance at the end of the run we ran along the irrigation canal.  There is a network of these canals throughout the area, delivering water to rural homes where they don't have piped city water.  It is significantly cheaper than drilling a lot of individual wells.  Being almost level with a nice border trail they make for a pleasant run.