Saturday, June 17, 2017

Water on the Second Strike: The Barker Dam Nature Trail


Date: April 19, 2017
Place: Joshua Tree National Park, Twentynine Palms, California
Coordinates: 34.025096, -116.141996
Length: 1.6 miles
Level: easy

On our first visit to Joshua Tree National Park 14 years ago Pappa Quail and I also hiked the short and sweet Barker Dam Nature Trail. I don't remember much of that are except that it was hot and dry, and the sign posted by a dry lake prohibiting swimming. We found that sign amusing, therefore we documented it.
There was water there now, we heard people talking at the Barker Dam trailhead. It would've been disappointing if there wasn't, considering the copious amounts of rain that the area receives over the winter. So there was that to hope for.
I could tell already at the trailhead that this would be a rewarding hike. The bloom, just like at the Hidden Valley, was in abundance, and all over the place. even species that I haven't yet seen.
Gray Amsonia, Amsonia tomentosa 
Pappa Quail too found something to look at on the rocks near the trailhead: a pair of mourning doves in courtship.
Mourning Dove
After taking in the views near the parking lot we embarked on the short Barker Dam Nature Loop Trail. Like in Hidden Valley earlier that day, there were many other hikers on the trail with us, and capturing people-free scenery photos was somewhat challenging.
Our hike as captured by Pappa Quail's GPS
To get to the loop we walked through a narrow gap between high granite rocks. We didn't see any climbers on these rocks but they were very pretty to look at, and seemed inviting for a climb.

We didn't do any climbing, but plenty of lizards did. we saw many lizards on that hike, energized by the warm sun.
Granite Spiny Lizard
The birds too were very active. It seemed that every yucca was claimed by a bird or a pair of birds, and the air waves were filled with their spring songs.
Black-throated Sparrow
I enjoyed the birds much, but my attention was mainly on the wildflowers along the way.  Even flowers I have seen plenty of already.
Desert Globemallow, Sphaeralcea ambigua

I have already seen plenty of the Mojave Buckwheat around for it is a very common plant. It was the first time on this road trip, however, that I saw one in full bloom.
Mojave Buckwheat, Eriogonum fasciculatum 
Another familiar plan that I can never get tired of seeing in bloom - the beavertail cactus. I love cacti any time of year but in bloom they transform like by magic from evil-looking spiny beings into gorgeous, festive 
Beavertail Cactus, Opuntia basilaris

We were walking slow. Slower even than our walk through Hidden Valley. Maybe it was all the people about us or the heat, but we did take our time on that trail. That gave me plenty of opportunities to explore more closely the wildflowers.
Rattlesnake Sandmat, Euphorbia albomarginata

As I was selecting photos for this post I found this one at Pappa Quail's folder. It took me a moment to realize it wasn't the Joshua Tree that Pappa Quail was after.
Costa's Hummingbird on his Joshua Tree perch
I was more focused on the down to earth yuccas. They were closer.
Mojave Yucca, Yucca schidigera
Despite uor slow pace it didn't take long to Arrive at the lake. And yes, there was water there. Pretty scuzzy, but water nonetheless, and mirroring perfectly the rocks beyond.
Bighorn (Barker) Lake
We lingered long by the lake. The chikas were looking for frogs (the elder chika even found one but it hopped away before I came over with the camera). Pappa Quail was looking for birds, of which there were plenty.
Lazuli Bunting, male
There were also many butterflies about, and then there was one butterfly less.
Say's Phoebe

Most of the shrubs by the water were willows but there were a few other species too, some of which were in bloom.
Mule Mat, Baccharis salicifolia
The willows looked pretty over the water and even more so when splayed on its surface.
Willow reflection
We looked for the  no swimming sign that we remembered from our first trip there but we didn't see it anywhere. I didn't think it was necessary. After all, who would want to swim in such a murky lake?
As we circled the water and went over the dam I saw two who would. They stripped down to their undergarments and went off for a swim. Perhaps it would be good to reinstate that sign. To protect the giardia microbs, naturally.
I averted my gaze from the swimmers and looked down below the dam's spillway. Down below was an old double, round water through that on out first visit was parched dry and now was full with water. Behind it the creek continued with a thin flow, then disappeared between the shrubs. Beyond that - the endless Mojave Desert.
The view southwest of Barker Dam
We descended from the dam down to the valley below. The short trail segment leading down meanders through a small rock garden featuring nice rounded granite and cushions of shrubs, many of which were blooming.

Down at the valley my family continued along the trail while I took a little detour to inspect the creek a bit closer. On the way there I saw these bushes that looked like they were flowering but on a closer look I saw these were fruit. The bushes were laden with them, and looked very pretty.
Burrowbush, Ambrosia salsola 
between the ambrosia bushes were other shrubs that were indeed blooming, and that I haven't yet seen in bloom. The flowers reminded me of tobacco and when I identified it I found it indeed to be of the nightshade family.
Peach Thorn, Lycium cooperi

The creek was just a narrow trickle, its path marked by the dense bloom of the yellow monkey flower.

These water-loving plants decorate many a creek bank throughout California. It was nice to see it in the heart of the desert as well.
Yellow Monkeyflower, Mimulus guttatus
I finished exploring the creek, perhaps a bit too quickly, then hurried back to the trail to catch up with my family. They had not gone very far for they saw an interesting red plant hanging on another shrub and waited for me to tell them what it was.
Desert Mistletoe, Phoradendron californicum 
The mistletoe wasn't the only red bush in the area. It seems like for a plant to grab attention in the desert sporting intense red flowers, fruit or bracts would be the best way to go.
Hopsage, Grayia spinosa standing out on the desert backdrop
There were plenty of Joshua trees about, but despite the good winter none were blooming, nor bearing any buds. A Joshua tree splits new branches only at blooming apices so I guess none of these trees would branch this year. On the following day I hear a ranger talk to a group of people at the Mara Oasis Visitor Center, telling them that the Joshua trees need cold nights to induce bloom and these were lacking in the past years. It could also be the effect of the long drought preceding the one good winter that had drained these trees of their resources.
This one appeared to be dead, but for the little tuft of green nestled between the dried up shriveled branches.
Drought survivor 
We followed the trail until we reached the ridge of granite, and a rock standing apart that was a site of    petroglyphs inscribed by the native people of this place, the Chemuehevi. Sadly, many of the petroglyphs were vandalized, traced over with paint.

From the petroglyphs site we continued east along the granite ridge. This part of the trail reminded me a bit of the Hidden Valley.

There too, Pappa Quail was ahead with the chikas while me and Grandma Quail lingered behind, giving attention to all the wildflowers.
Chia Sage, Salvia columbariae 
I never fail to stop for blooming cacti. Especially cholla.

It was genuinely hot by then. Little lizards darted here and there along the path. And some of the lizards weren't so little.
Western Whiptail
I caught up with Pappa Quail near the completion of the loop. He stood still, focusing all his attention and also his camera on a nearby bare tree bearing two small thorny nests. A small colorful bird was moving between these nests, as if not sure which one to settle for. That was a verdin, and he looked very busy preparing a nursery. We didn't see any Mrs. verdin though. Maybe she was too shy, or maybe still at the wishful thinking stage.
Verdin
We completed the loop and started back on the connecting trail through the gap of the granite rocks. There I got to see again all the plants I either missed or didn't give due attention on the way to the dam.

And some that I simply got better pictures of the second time around.
Fremont's Phacelia, Phacelia fremontii
Yes, there were some flowers that I had missed on the way out to the dam. Some surprisingly close to the trail too. I didn't miss them on the return, though!
Freckled Milkvetch, Astragalus lentiginosus 
Once again I found myself lagging behind. This time I stopped to look at a dry wash that the trail crossed.

A glimpse of color beaconed me and I left the trail and walked a few steps into the wash to inspect it closely. I saw several of these on the next day, but I recognized them by the foliage. This individual was the only one I've seen in bloom. It bears the most fitting cumbersome, and unimaginative name of, Hole in the Sand Plant.
Hole in the Sand Plant, Nicolletia occidentalis 
I returned to the trail and quickly covered the remaining distance to the parking lot. Myfamily was already in the car so I just took a quick goodbye photo of the pretty grass near the parking area and joined them inside.

Pappa Quail was very happy: he had photographed a bird of species he had never seen before on that trail. I look at his photo and I understand his passion, for there is no chance in the world I'd be able to recognize this sparrow as different from any other sparrow near my home .
Brewer's Sparrow
By the time we drove out of the Barker Dam parking area the sun was already on its way westward. We drove south, wishing to get to Cottonwood area and see the Ocotillo in bloom. And there was also the Cholla Garden we expected to stop at. So much to see in so little time! The Mojave Desert is indeed an amazing place.




Saturday, June 3, 2017

In Great Timing: The Hidden Valley Spring Display



Date: April 19, 2017
Place: Joshua Tree National Park, Twentynine Palms, California
Coordinates: 34.01262, -116.16763 
Length: about 1.5 miles
Level: easy

The Hidden Valley is the flag trail of Joshua Tree National Park. It embodies nearly everything special and beautiful about it. We hiked it very time we visited this park, and of course it was on our itinerary for this visit too.

It was a busy day at the park and the parking lot was nearly full when we arrived at the Hidden Valley site. We didn't waste any time and quickly joined the stream of people that were making their way on the short path leading to the valley entrance.


For Pappa Quail it has been over 10 years since he'd been there last, and Grandma Quail have never been in Joshua Tree NP before. As for me, I was there with my botanist friend in 2013 with intention to see the desert spring bloom. 4 years later, the desert superbloom finally caught up with us ...
Desert Dandelion, Malacothrix californica
Everything was blooming around us. Even the short path from the parking lot to the valley itself we walked really slowly, enjoying the sights of bloom.

Kingcup Cactus
A low wire fence stretched along the path near the parking area to protect the soil and plants beyond it. Still, there was much trampling on the other side of the fence. It was sad to see that.
Hopsage, Grayia spinosa 
The path into the Hidden Valley is artificial. It used to be that this valley was completely surrounded by the rock piles, thus very effectively hidden. In earlier settler days cattle thieves used to hide their stolen animals in that valley. Later an easier entrance was blown up through the rock and stairs were formed there.
Needless to say, no cattle graze there these days.
Hidden Valley, Joshua Tree National Park
It was a beautiful warm day, and it was getting hotter by the minute. Many lizards were sunning themselves on the rocks and she darted quickly from the gravel path as we approached.
Sagebrush Lizard
Other than lizards there were plenty of other wildlife in the valley. Mainly insects and birds. The bees were very active, and I even saw honey bees there, either from a feral hive, or that flew all the way from the town.
Honey Bee visiting a Desert Pincushion, Chaenactis fremontii 
The non-native honey bees had their representation in the park, but the pollinator scene was dominated by the California native bees, like this one that I photographed pollinating a Parry's Nolina.
Parry's Nolina, Nolina parryi
When there are so many insets buzzing about one would expect to see many insect-eating animals. The lizards were plentiful, and there were also many, many birds in the valley. Unhindered by the numerous hikers, the birds were busy singing, courting, and of course - foraging too. Like me, Pappa Quail stopped frequently, observing the birds and giving each one good attention.
Hammond's Flycatcher

The little woolly daisy bloomed in little patches on the ground in the open spaces between larger shrubs. I remembered how excited we were, me  and my friend, four years ago when we found a few of them in bloom. This time they bloomed in great abundance, but I was just as excited. I had many, many photos of these to select from for this post.
Woolly Daisy, Eryophyllum wallacei 
Other than the woolly daisy there were many other 'belly plants' in bloom, so called because to get a proper shot of them one must lie down on her belly to get close. I didn't go down on my belly so all my photos are from above :-)
Purple Mat, Nama demissum
The trail circles the Hidden Valley inside its granite walls. We hiked it clockwise, as the interpretive signed directed. All around us rose the walls of granite, not sheer like in Yosemite, and certainly not as high, but enough to give the feeling of being inside a natural corral.
Hidden Valley
The boulders and cliffs might not be as high or as sheer as in Yosemite, but nonetheless they make a fantastic playground for rock climbers. There were quire a few of them there on the day of our visit. We stood for some time observing the climbers, then moved on.

There were Joshua trees inside Hidden Valley of course, but there were also other trees there, and in higher numbers than the surrounding area. I assume that's because inside the valley the weather is somewhat milder and the water retained better.
Oneneedle Pinyon Pine, Pinus monophylla
The pines too, where in bloom.
Oneneedle Pinyon Pine, Pinus monophylla
There were oaks in Hidden Valley as well. They were scrub oaks, not the most majestic representers of the genus Quercus, but lovely oaks still. The light green aura that surrounded them as well as my sneezes told me they were in bloom even before I got a closer look.
Desert Scrub Oak, Quercus cornelius-mulleri 
The Hidden Valley is small enough, and it was as crowded as I ever seen it. Getting wide shots with no people in the frae was  challenging, but every now and then I captured a split-second of a people-free wild west image.
Hidden Valley
Tall blossom of the Parry's nolina protruded from the green prickly foliage balls, standing against the red rocks and the blue sky like silent sentinels. They had a good winter, and were putting on a beautiful display of lush and vigorous growth and reproduction.
Parry's Nolina, Nolina parryi

And speaking of reproduction ....
Ladybugs engaged in springtime activity
While male and female animals find each other to reproduce by direct contact, plants need third party facilitators, and reward them handsomely for their services.
Flies pollinating a Mojave Yucca, Yucca schidigera 
This spring the pollinators, just like the flowers, were in great abundance. And not all pollinators were insects, either.
Costa's Hummingbird, male

The yucca hosts wildlife other than pollinators as well, and Pappa Quail got to document some of them, like this house finch below.
House Finch
The Hidden Valley trail isn't a long one, and it is certainly not difficult. Still, we hiked it in crawling pace. And who would blame us? there was so much to see, so much to take in. 
Sun Cup, Camissonia sp. 
Some of the colors were bright and shiny, standing out against any background. The Indian Paintbrush wasn't the most common flower around, but it had a very strong presence with its dark crimson bracts.
Desert Indian Paintbrush, Castilleja chromosa
The Mojave aster also sports intense color, although not quite as bold as the Indian paintbrush. It was also considerably more abundant, peeking from under large bushes or boulders.
Mojave Aster, Xylorhiza tortifolia 
Other blooming plants were really small, blending so well with the gravel that were easy to overlook.
Bajada Lupine, Lupinus concinnus
I enjoyed them all, the gig and the small.
For the most part Grandma Quail was walking next to me, enjoying those same wildflowers. She also pointed them out to me, occasionally sighting some that I had missed.
Cryptantha sp. 
As slow as we walked, still we were nearing full circle. Now the trail was closer to the rocks, meandering between large boulders and slowly ascending.
Hidden Valley
We were now walking along the northwest-facing side of the valley, and the vegetation was denser there, and lusher. Even the cacti seemed fuller there, exploding in new growth.
Beavertail Cactus, Opuntia basilaris
Cactus bloom is particularly impressive. I love the look of the delicate flower protruding through the most vicious thorns.
Silver Cholla, Cylindropuntia echinocarpa
Flowers that had already finished blooming on the western side of the trail were still at their peak bloom on the eastern (west-facing) side.
Blue Dicks, Dichelostemma capitatum
And some of the wildflowers I saw there I did not see until then. Also, I wanted more reasons to linger behind, so as my family progressed toward the valley's exit I made the effort to photograph even the tiniest of blooms.
Winged-nut Forget me not, Cryptantha pterocaria 
Slowly I too made it up to the valley's exit gap. My family was waiting for me under a nice, shady pinyon, and the chikas practiced some rock climbing on a nearby boulder.

As we made our way up to the gap I fell behind again. Even flowers I had photographed many times already looked alluring still.
Notch-leaved Phacelia, Phacelia crenulata
My family was already down at the parking lot when I made it all the way up to the gap.
Desert Globemallow, Sphaeralcea ambigua
I stood there for a moment and looked around. Four years ago I had taken a photo of the Joshua Tree forest outside of Hidden Valley from that very spot. It was time to get a fresh image of that impressive landscape.
A Joshua Tree Forest
We arrived back at the parking lot and took our time wrapping up things. At one point Pappa Quail was some distance away and I was sitting at the edge of the car's opened tailgate with Grandma Quail, gazing across the road, when a small squirrel came up the curb and lay flat on it. I jumped down, went to the passenger seat where Pappa Quail had left his big zoom camera and brought it back to the car's rear end, staggering under its weight. I managed to snap a few shots before Pappa Quail returned and relieved me of the optical burden. The squirrel, I should add, behaved perfectly, stopping every few seconds to pose for us as it edged along the curb. Then other people noticed and foolishly approached it, and it run away and hid.
Antelope Ground Squirrel
We drove to the other side of the parking lot where we found a yet unoccupied (and shaded!) picnic table and ate our lunch. After that we had time for one more hike before heading south to the Cottonwood Oasis. It was just enough time to revisit another trail we've hiked before, 10 years before in fact, on our first visit to this park. We packed our leftovers back in the car and drove across the road to the Barker Dam trailhead.