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Friday, June 14, 2019

Mineral Treasures and Natural Beauty at Alum Rock Park

Date: February 26 and May 11, 2019
Place: Alum Rock Park, San Jose, California
Coordinates: 37.396132, -121.801633
Length: About 3.5 miles
Level: moderate

Considering how old is this park (the oldest municipal park in California) it is surprising how long it took me to find it. I knew it was there because I saw the signs every time I drove down I-680 past that area, but I never took the time to check it out before. Not until last winter when I was looking for new trails for our 4-H Hiking Project. And from the first few steps on the park's trails I was completely taken by it.
It was May already when I finally got to lead our 4H Hiking Project on the trail I checked last February. The masonry still looked the same, but everything else changed with the season. Most of the photos here were taken during the May hike (some by Pappa Quail and the elder chika) but a few are from the February hike.

Alum Rock Park has a rich history of human indulgence. Once discovered, the Pentensia Creek mineral springs became a hot sensation among spa seekers, attracting visitors from all around.
Penitensia Creek, the mineral springs area. May 11, 2019
The creek was tamed between stone walls and stone grottos were built at the springs, channeling the water to sitting pools.
Mineral spring grotto, May 11
The Penitensia springs are rich in salts and minerals but none more evident than the sulfur, which I could smell in the air. The mineral water is also a splendid substrate for bacteria: white filaments of bacterial growth mark the water flow from the springs to the creek.
Mineral spring grotto, February 26
It was high spring when I lead the 4H group along that trail and the birds were active all around us. Pappa Quail had joined our hike and captured many of them, including this pretty grosbeak female.
Black-headed Grosbeak, May 11
He had seen only female grosbeaks on that hike. The elder chika, however, had seen the male.
Black-headed Grosbeak, male, May 11

The elder chika was also quick to see a garter snake slithering through the vegetation. By the time I came over it was already gone.
Garter Snake, May 11

At its prime, Alum Rock Park had a Natatorium with an indoor pool, a zoo, a carousel, and many other attractions. A railroad connected the park to downtown San Jose and thousands of people visited it every year. Much of the masonry from those days is still present, rendering the area a look of a reconstructed archeological site.
Across the bridge there is a narrow trail following the north bank of the creek back to the road and the parking lot area. We crossed and continued west along that trail.
Foot bridge across Penitensia Creek, February 26. 
The mineral springs aren't hot springs, so the water in the sitting pools was heated. While most of these pools are now broken and drained, some still hold water.
Mineral spring pool, February 26, 2019
The pool's water was green with algae growth, as expected of standing water. Ten weeks later it was full of a different kind if growth, foretelling a very itchy future for the nearby neighborhoods.
Mosquito larvae at the sitting pool, May 11.
Other, more benign and much prettier insects were flying all around us, enjoying the lovely spring. I had a hard time photographing them because they were constantly on the move.
Checkerspot, May 11
My chika however, got a nice shot of swallowtails when they posed a little to drink some mineral water.
Pale Swallowtail, May 11
Butterflies and birds, birds and butterflies. I love spring in the Bay Area. Everyone is so busy with love! Colors and love songs fill the air.
Mourning Dove, May 11

Pappa Quail was busy photographing the birds but when I caught sight of some orange poppies down by the creek way beyond the range of my wide lens zoom, I grabbed him to get a close up for me.
Wind Poppy, Papaver, heterophyllum, May 11

Back at the road we turned onto the North rim Trail that leads up high above the creek. Back in February I walked through lush green open oak savannah.
February 26

The firs wave of wildflowers had just begun and I was excited to see any a bloom. 
February 26

The surrounding hills looked like an image taken from The Sound of Music. All that was missing was Julie Andrews dancing on the ridge.
February 26
Needless to say, two and a half months later the scenery looked very different.
May 11 
Although the hills were already turning yellow, there were many more wildflowers and they were painting much of the slopes in lively colors.
Morning Glory, Calistegia sp. May 11 
Although much of the wildflowers-painted slopes was because of invasive plants it was still very pretty.
May 11
The plants that were blooming February were now bearing fruit. Pretty fruit.
Creek Clematis, Clematis ligusticifolia, May 11
The North Rim Trail rises up high above Penitensia Creek. The way up was about half a mile of moderate grade slope. We walked slowly and steadily, but then Pappa Quail stopped walking altogether: he saw a male lazuli bunting! Ever since my first hike up Mission Peak where I had seen a lazuli bunting, Pappa Quail had a burning desire to see one too. We did see them since - in Joshua Tree National Park. Now however, it was sitting in a perfect pose, perched fairly close. A very beautiful bird.
Lazuli Bunting, May 11

He didn't settle for the bunting - even the very commonly seen red-tailed hawk  was given appropriate attention.
Red-tailed Hawk, May 11
High up above the creek the view was fantastic. It would have been spectacular if not for the cloud of smog hanging over the Santa Clara Valley.
May 11
By May the buckeye trees were in full bloom. One of the nicest trees of the bay Area, the buckeye changes its appearance throughout the year and renders its own seasonal tag to the local landscape.
Buckeye, Aesculus californica, May 11
 I think this year I saw a record high of the yellow flowering coastal bush lupine. They were literally everywhere in the East Bay, and of course in Alum Rock Park.
Coastal Bush Lupine, Lupinus arboreus, May 11
We ad a nice break in the shade of a knoll of large oak trees. The day was getting hotter and we were grateful for any patch of shade we passed under.
May 11
The North Rim Trail, however, is exposed to the sun almost all its length. But after the initial ascent the slope grade mellowed and we were making a good pace on our hike. Even the adults.
May 11
From a distance the slope seemed to be covered will only tall, dry grasses and some low chaparral. When looking into the grass however, I could see smaller wildflowers making themselves known to the bees and other insects that were buzzing about.
Blue-eyed Grass, Sisyrinchium bellum, May 11

The name of Alum Rock comes from a large, prominent and colorful rock that filled early prospectors to believe it might contain alum ore. They were wrong, but the name stuck. And the rock is still present and looking very lovely.

'Alum' Rock, May 11
There are other trails that split off the North Rim Trail and extend higher uphill into Sierra Vista Open Space Preserve. I looked wistfully at the trails leading to the high ridge. I had no time to extend my hike there in February, and it wasn't an option during the 4H hike. I therefore added the Sierra Vista OSP to my wish list for the near future.
May 11

After nearly a mile of a pleasant walk westward on the North Rim Trail we took the turn south to go back down to Penitensia Creek. The trail drops sharply right to the access road and crosses the creek on the old railroad bridge.
At its prime, thousands of people would visit Alum Rock Park each year. In time the facilities could not be upkept anymore and the city scaled back on maintenance. One by one the recreation facilities closed and dismantled and the park was put on the long and continuous path of nature restoration.
After crossing the creek we turned left and followed Penitensia Creek on the nicely shaded South Rim Trail close to the running water.
On my February solo hike there were only a few wildflowers blooming along that trail. Of those in bloom the most common was the milkmaids.
Milk maids, Cardamon californica, February 26

On our May hike the south rim trail side was a celebration of colorful wildflowers. Every sunny patch was filled with the common gumplant and many invasive thistles.

Common Gumplant,  Grindelia camporum, May 11

Pink onion inflorescences towered over lower weeds and poison oak. These didn't grow in patches but as separate individuals here and there.

Onion, Allium sp. May 11

Carpets of Chinese houses flowers covered the ground between trees and poison oak bushes and their colors were as intense as I've ever seen.

Chinese Houses, Collinsia heterophylla, May 11

I was starting to fall behind the group, trying to get good shots of all of the wildflowers when the chikas call me excitedly - they had found fairylantern flowers!
Fairylantern, Calochortus albus, May 11

Pappa Quail was also happy - he caught on camera a tree swallow in a rare perching pose.

Tree Swallow, May 11

He had also captured a small house wren that was singing out for its mate.
House Wren, May 11

I left the bird photographing to Pappa Quail and the elder chika and trained my camera on other, less conspicuous beings. 
Cobweb covered in willow seeds, May 11

Most of the group had already arrived back at the visitor center when I caught up with them. We finished our hike with a nice picnic - it was the last hike of this 4H year, and this trail was a perfect one to conclude this year with.

February 26




Thursday, June 2, 2016

A Living Ghost Town: Bodie, CA

Not a Buster Keaton film set. Bodie, CA

 Date: May 29, 2016
Place: Bodie State Historical Park, California
Coordinates:   38.216271, -119.004687
Length: as many rounds as desired.
Level: easy

Bodie has been on my wish list ever since my friend had been there with her family and returned with interesting story and photos. Still, it took me over six years to get there. Even when I finally did, I cannot say that the town of Bodie has been on top of my interest list: the main reason Bodie made it into our trip's agenda was the chance of seeing sage grouse.

Bodie is an interesting place, no doubt. The largest and most famous of California's mining ghost towns that sprung to life at 1875 when gold and silver were found at Bodie Hills, and died when the ore run out and hard living combined with calamities such as fire had finally driven all its human residents away.
Bodie became a California State Park on 1962 and has been a draw for fascinated tourists ever since.
Lat week we finally got to visit Bodie. We were camping with friends at the Crags Campground near Bridgeport for the weekend and it was a perfect opportunity to explore this park.
Bodie: a view to the south.
Bodie is now a ghost town. Good thing I'm not into ghosts. I don't like to dwell on the dead past, I'd much rather focus on today's living. That, it turns out, Bodie has plenty of.
A local Resident
The decomposing houses that once housed humans have now completely different residents, who make a great use of the rotting structures.
Local residents: Cliff Swallow
People had abandoned Bodie in a hurry, like fleeing a disaster. They had left much of their belongings in the houses and they're still there today, a silent testament to the 'golden' olden days.
Drop everything and go!  A kitchen in Bodie through a window glass.
Park personnel must do some maintenance and window cleaning so that the town can now funcion as a museum of California's past. 
Soon I got tired of looking through windows, but Papa Quail, always into birds, had directed my attention to an interesting furniture design.
Inspiration
After the obligatory visit to the visitor center I decided it was time for a hike. A century ago my hike would have been considered a city street stroll but today going uphill through Bodie's deteriorating streets is something else altogether.
Our friends decided to stay downtown. 
Shortly after we started uphill Papa Quail and elder chika found other reasons to stay behind: there were birds on the roof tops. 
Violet-green Swallow
I continued uphill with my younger chika. A bit further uptown I spotted some yellow off trail and immediately forgot all about the structures and their associated history. There were flowers about!
Clumping Buckwheat (Eriogonum caespitosum)

And then the dam broke open. I mean, there were wildflowers everywhere! Under and between the grayish appearance of the sagebrush scrub there was plenty of color. 
Purse Milkvetch (Astragalus purshii)
All ranged from small to tiny. I spent a lot of time on my hiny, trying to get the best shots I could of these miniatures, many of which were completely new to me.  
Brewer's Navarretia (Navarretia breweri)
I was happy whenever I recognized the genera of these flowers. Or at least the family. 
Humboldt River Milkvetch (Astragalus iodanthus)
Actually, I was plain happy about everything I've seen there. This was shaping up to be a very gratifying tour. 
Matted Lupine (Lupinus breweri)
I made my way slowly uphill with my young chika who was very helpful pointing out to me everything interesting. then she asked about those piles of soil over at the next hill and had me clamber dizzily to me feet and look yonder.
I remembered where I was. Mining rubble, still waiting for the vegetation to rehabilitate the earth.
Mining rubble at Bodie
I returned to appreciate the flowers, not caring about the sun that was getting higher and that the day was getting significantly warmer. It was hard to imagine that only the night before the earth frosted over.
Looking at the sun above there were little suns below.
Dwarf Goldenweed (Stenotus acaulis)
Little cushions of cushion phlox hid underneath the greenish-gray bushes like shy little starts. Me and my chika were alone at the end of the street, the only ones there to appreciate their beauty.
Cushion Phlox (Phlox hoodii)
We continued slowly uphill until we came upon a fence and a sign announcing danger beyond, so we didn't make it all the way to the ridge. I turned around and looked down at Bodie. From the distance it didn't appear to be in ruins, I could almost imagine it was living town still. Almost. The lack of bustling, busy people (although it was full of tourists) and the silence of no motors gave away the towns sorry state. And there was the greenery. The sagebrush scrub that grows between the structures.  Nature is taking over and in time the remains will be covered and turned over to wilderness again.
Bodie
It was time to head back down. I led my chika to a narrow path connecting to a parallel street and immediately stopped: a new wildflower was there, blooming underneath the sagebrush. 
That was the first time I've ever seen the sagebrush bluebells in bloom. I was so excited I gave this little plant a long attention time. Later on, of course, I so many other bluebells down the street. And I was no less excited. 
Sagebrush Bluebells (Mertensia oblongifolia)
A less colorful flower, but one that stands out - the rock cress. There are several species of rock cress in the area, some are pretty rare. Unfortunately I don't have yet the knowledge to tell them apart.
Rock Cress (Boechera sp.)
Me and my chika were making our way slowly back to downtown. I guess that strolling through Bodie isn't a 'hike' as usually defined, but one can certainly walk around the park and explore all day long, and most of it is, in fact, Nature.
Fleabane (Erigeron sp.)
Coming back to town, I made one more window peep - into the schoolhouse. Fascinating how everything was left as is - a math lesson frozen in time. 
School's Out Forever!
We rejoined Papa Quail and elder chika. Then we saw another current resident of the town, and it was a squirrel of a species new to us.
Belding's Ground Squirrel
Our friends were nowhere to be seen. I assumed they went back to the car so we started too in that direction. At that time we were all ready to leave. Even I had had enough of wondering between ruins.
But then again, even on the way back I saw another spring bloom: low cinquefoil flowers that were hidden in the grass.
Cinquefoil (Potentilla sp.)
We walked around the toppling structures on the east side of the park on our way to the overflow parking area. I guess we were walking through the red lights district of this town.
I don't think I should buy a house in this street.
Our friends were coming down from the west side of town. We got into our cars and drove away without seeing any sage grouse, but with a life list of California wildflowers that had increased significantly and a satisfied check on a long-time sight-seeing destination.

On the following day we would be back in the area of Bodie Hills, this time for a real hike and another shot at seeing the sage grouse.