Paradise on Earth exists, and Mammoth Lakes be its name. Actually there are quite a few paradises on this globe of ours and this definitely is one of them.
Sitting near the border of Nevada and California this area sits. Driving in from the Nevada side does not look promising. Brush covered desert with barren rolling hills and snow capped mountains in the distance. The one sight you will pass on your journey is a disgusting mud hole. Here you must stop and cover yourself in therapeutic mud. At least a salesman once convinced someone else that it was therapeutic and that belief has continued unabated to this day.
My how the scenery changes once you enter the lakes. Beautiful hills, pine trees, water like glass, and beautiful flowers surround you. Take your pick of how to enjoy this pristine nature. Row out on a lake, hike a well kept trail, sit in camp drinking a few cold ones with friends, or sun yourself behind a waterfall. Nature is yours to do with as you please.
Take a few days and explore. Hike up to the top of a cliff overlooking a lake and enjoy a secluded picnic. Go off the beaten path and find a new adventure, such as getting face to face with a bear and live to write about it.
One day must be devoted to Devils Postpile National Monument. An incredible natural formation of rock. It takes a little bit of a hike from the entrance to get but everyone should go. If you need help get somebody to carry you or crawl or hire a pack mule(Bring your own as they are not available on location). Climb on them, lay down on them, take lots of pictures and enjoy. Do not to miss this formation.
There is one item that impresses me that is not of nature and that is the locals. They are a weird bunch. I have not seen a dog groom anywhere else in the world.
Our fourth day in the national park saw us safely in the village hostel. Outside was a beautiful crystal clear day. Far from the storms that we had anticipated. Being our last day in the park we decided to do a day hike before hopping on the shuttle van back to Christchurch.
We decided to take a one way path to the summit of the mountain overlooking the village. A hike of a few hours. After the events of the past three days it felt as if nothing happened in those few hours. It was a simple walk up a well defined and clear path. Perhaps I am a drama queen(or king to be more correct, or perhaps less correct. I’m not sure), but I preferred our rough and scary hike.
The summit was beautiful. We had uninterrupted views in all directions of the fabulous country. Barren, snow capped mountains to one side and tree covered hills to the other. Relax was the word of the day and after a few minutes of sitting enjoying the view in that crisp, clean air we were both snoozing under the New Zealand sun.
The route down took us past a gushing waterfall. Just two days before all the waterfalls we had seen had been ominous signs but today it was a gorgeous sight, safe in the knowledge that we were only hours from the village and mankind.
The end of our journey brings me to my favorite part. The Kea bird. This little bugger is one of my favorite animals. Known as the smartest bird in the world it is capable of solving puzzles. Trash cans in the park are specially designed as the birds can open most types. After our long hike Nick and I enjoyed an ice cream while waiting for the shuttle. As I’m sitting on a curb minding my own business a Kea walks up and looks me up and down sorting me out. After coming to the conclusion that he isn’t going to get my ice cream he hops up onto my pack and in a flash has unzipped it and taken out a pack of crackers. Keep in mind that my pack has five zippers and he chose the correct one to get to my crackers. Impressed by this I let him have one cracker and then take the rest back. I climb into the van with this last memory as the icing of a wonderful trip.
Nick and I woke ready for another day of hiking in the beautiful New Zealand mountains. After a large breakfast by the campfire we dressed in our dry clothes, packed up, and began trekking along the riverbed once more. An hour into our walk the trail crossed the large riverbed by a sort of individual cable car which was unexpected and cool. Strung quite a distance above the riverbed it had space for one person and a pack. It was operated by a hand crank. I was first to cross and was a little nervous about trusting such a contraption so high up and in the middle of a forest. When I weighed my options between fording the steam and the cable car I decided to stay dry. It was a poor decision as it started raining as soon as I climbed in. So I put on my parka and started cranking. Being much further than it looked I reached the other side with a sore and tired arm. With my other arm I cranked the carriage back to Nick so he could make the crossing. Safely together we took a little rest and then cracked on.
The weather had changed drastically in the time it had taken us to fly over the riverbed. We were now looking and low level clouds and a mild rain. Being such expert outdoors men we completely ignored the weather and proceeded straight into a ravine. Looking back we probably should have been washed away and drowned judging by the steepness, lack of vegetation, and rock bed of that ravine. It was just asking for a flash flood, but we carried on without a care in the world, even stopping to take pictures of the water starting to come over the side of the cliffs making pretty waterfalls. Then we lost the trail.
How we lost the trail will never cease to amaze me. It had been marked extremely well right up to the point that it stopped. Whatever the cause(most likely Kiwi Gremlins), we could not find where to go. I know, get to high ground and look around. This crossed our mind for some reason. Perhaps we had seen too many movies where the high ground is always the best ground. So we brilliantly decided to climb up a steep rocky cliff face. Though nobody was killed we did take turns starting rock slides onto each other. After quite some time and sore from climbing up a steep cliff with loose rocks for traction we hit the summit and saw….
Wilderness. I cannot say we were surprised and am not sure what we were hoping to see. Maybe a sign saying “Trail this way”. Now is a good time to mention that we had brought a map and compass, but as we discovered at this junction we were off the map. It had only covered the beginning of our hike. So we were utterly lost. There was nothing for it but to retrace our steps back our previous camp. Here I learned that going down a rocky cliff face is a lot more difficult than going up one. At one point I had to take off my pack to climb down and there was no choice but to throw my pack down in front of me. As can be easily guessed it did not drop nicer but rolled down the slope. I must give credit to the construction of that pack as it only had slight tears after its journey bouncing and sliding down that rocky face.
After our harrowing journey down we had an easy hike back to the campsite. As we crossed the cable car for the second time that day we noticed that the river was about five times bigger now and flowing fast. Neurons in both our brains started clicking and the thought that we might be in trouble now crossed our minds. We had not exactly prepared or packed well for this hike and bad weather was not going to make it any easier.
We arrived at the campsite just as the light was starting to fade. Being soaked to the bone and exhausted from our climbing expedition we decided to stay in the cabin. These are cabins built by the park service for hikers and can be used for a fee. It is on the honor system and we put in extra cash due to our happiness of being warm and dry. These cabins have beds, tables, a fireplace/stove, and a nice welcoming feel. It made for a wonderful night. We ate a huge meal, dried everything we had, and slept soundly and long that night. A good thing as we would need strength and concentration for the next day.
I don’t think we are going to make it buddy. The storm is closing in and we are almost out of food. Should we use the radio to call for rescue?…..
Arthur’s Pass is a national park on the South island of New Zealand, about the center of the island mid-way between the West and East coasts. It is a well known hiking mecca and where I got my feet wet in overnight hiking.
It was our first time in New Zealand and we had finished covering the North Island and were waking up from two nights in Christchurch. Nick had planned out a multi day hike in Arthur’s Pass. We hopped on a tour bus with a few other hikers(well, more of a tour van pulling a luggage trailer), and were off for the national park. The hour ride up was beautiful. Full of green sheep, snow capped hills, and fluffy mountains. I may have gotten that wrong as my memory is a bit hazy. But anyway, the drive to the park was fantastic.
The van dropped us off on the main road. We checked our packs, took a few pictures to chronicle our adventure. and at 10.34 exactly set off on our trek. The first part of the trail was not promising. It was actually not a trail but a massive river bed full of rocks and swift running water. No worries. We came here to hike and hike we did, hopping over little streams and twisting our ankles every few steps, until Nick decided he had gotten too warm and took a swim into one of the streams. After taking a break to let him and our map dry we were off again, spending the rest of the day navigating that troublesome river bed.
As evening was starting to set in we caught our first glimpse of what nature had in store for us. Some nice fluffy white clouds were covering the ground and mountains in the distance in front of us. White fluffy clouds. What harm could they do? Without a second thought about it, or really even a first thought, we set up camp and started a fire to warm up and dry off our boots and socks. Though I hadn’t gone swimming I had crossed enough streams for water to soak through my waterproof boots and non-waterproof socks. The drying and warming completed we climbed into our sleeping bags and I immediately fell into one off the best sleeps I have ever had. All my best nights rest have been under the stars. I wonder why that is.
Less than two hours drive from the capitol is a gorgeous hiking area in the Shenandoah National Park of the Blue Ridge Mountains. I say two hours but that is without traffic and as we are all taught in school Interstate 66 always has traffic so give yourself at least five hours driving time.
Nick and I left Washington DC in the early morning in my car and after arriving in the parking area of the Old Rag hiking trail we laced up our hiking boots and set off to conquer 1,000 meter hunk of rock and trees.
Now I consider myself in good physical shape but I wasn’t prepared for this hike. Right from the beginning the trail goes pretty much vertical with severe switchbacks. Nick and I consulted each other about going back for climbing gear but decided to press on. After multiple breaks on the way up to take in the sheer beauty of the area, or perhaps just to catch my breath, or dare I say a combination of the two, we arrived at a rock wedged into a crevice with space to walk through underneath. After taking the obligatory photo of me holding the rock up we cracked on.
Up and down the trail we continued, making little excuses to stop from time to time. I need to tie my laces. Look at this spider web. This plant and/or rock is interesting. Lets just take this view in for a few minutes. You know the drill. After a few hours we came out in a rocky outcropping near the summit. Here we took yet another little break to fill our bellies with home made gourmet sandwiches and water before turning around and retracing our steps back to the car park.
Do not be under the impression that this is some lonely trail where you will be alone at the end of the world. Though it is forest as far as you can see, the trail is well worn and fellow hikers will be greeting you the whole way up and back down. But enough of nature for today. It is time to get back to the city and get my aching body into a hot bath.