Jan. 2, 2013
Starting to head
towards home today...but still with a fun-seeking intent.
On the east side of Sacramento Pass is a rest area, and I stopped there to..uh...
rest. But the rest facilities were locked, for some reason.
Anyway, I noticed these two rigs parked there:
Yes, they're LA Water and Power.
What the hell? What's W&P -- which owns lots and lots of land and water rights on the east side of the Sierras in California -- doing way over here on the far east side of Nevada?
The empty trailer must have been carrying some ATV/snow-rig, so they must be off scouting something...
Back in Lehman Creek C.G., when the Park Ranger told me the story of the wind-farm he also told me about another development that's much more environmentally significant, one that I knew had been in the works for years and had drawn protest but now had become all but reality -- The sucking dry of rural northern Nevada to slake the thirst (and casino fountains and swimming pools) of Las Vegas. The Ranger said that the Snake Valley (the basin east of GBNP) is still in dispute -- still one environmental hurdle remains, but he said that other valleys are already being pumped for Vegas. It really makes me sad to hear this.
DAMN humans!
So, maybe LA W&P are in the area giving their like-minded brothers of the Las Vegas Water District water-grabbing lessons.
Anyway...enough about this much-more-depressing-than-wind-farm subject.
Here's where I ended up driving today...though I hadn't expected/planned on going nearly that far...best-laid plains...
Many years ago -- maybe that first trip to GBNP or maybe it was a soon-following year -- I drove north on the road that connects US 50 to I-80 via the Ruby Lake National Wildlife Refuge. In fact...I remember that first time I drove it -- many miles of dirt -- in my little Honda car. So, this seemed like a great destination to re-visit and and a place/area to camp for the night. (rather than, say, retracing my route and spending the night at Spenser or similar place that's really great but many-times-visited)
After going over some hills the route goes up through the Long Valley (I can think of at least 2 other "Long Valleys": the one of the "Long Valley Caldera" in eastern CA near Mammoth/Crowley and the one in extreme-NW Nevada, east of the Surprise Valley. Are there others? Must be...):
And across the Long Valley, to cross those distant hills and into the Ruby Valley:
It was a gorgeous day...driving through empty middle-of-nowhere...bliss.
Well, not
quite empty. Down the stretch of road in the pic above, parked on the side of this county road, was a county road grader. I saw the operator leaning out of the cab of the grader, so I slowed to a stop to chat...or whatever. He asked me, "Do you have a cell phone -- signal?" I looked at my phone and saw, "Nope -- no signal". He said he needed to call HQ. I asked him if he was having some trouble....and he pointed to one of the rear tires of the grader. This huge tire was massively blown out -- totally destroyed! Wow! "I think I see your trouble...". I said that I'd call for help as soon as I got a signal, but he said that it'd be almost to I-80 before I got a signal again. "Well...they'll be missing me if I don't show up back at the shop soon...so they'll send someone out to find me." Good luck, bud. He was right -- no signal in the stretch north of here for many, many miles.
After crossing the hills, into the Ruby Valley:
Full-size version: Pano-09
Driving, driving north...I reached this point and stopped -- a main access point (by water) for the Refuge:
Full-size version: Pano-10
Refuge Map:
OK, so beautiful day, beautiful country (even in the more-popluated Refuge area), so I'm gonna find a mighty-fine campspot with a great view, right?. But...what I hadn't properly considered is that National Wildlife Refuges generally do not allow dispersed camping, and there were no open campgrounds in the Refuge, and the adjoining National Forest Land had the same problem I'd encountered in the days before: snow on the unplowed roads was deeper than I felt like getting stuck on.
Now, some may be thinking -- regarding my "too-deep-snow-to-camp" issue this trip: "Come on, bud -- you're saying that in all of those hundreds of miles of public roads you couldn't find
anywhere to pull off and camp?" No -- of course that's right: I could have found
somewhere...but I was looking for an out-of-the-way
interesting spot, not just any legal widespot off a BLM road. And the
interesting spots were too far down unplowed roads.
So...now kinda getting discouraged and already imagining having to spend a night in a motel in Elko, I drove on north...over Secret Pass and reached I-80 without finding any reasonable place that I
could camp and
wanted to camp. And I decided by then that I wasn't going to spend a night in a motel in Elko or anywhere else -- that felt like failure.
And as a result of making this decision I had the good fortune of spending the night camped in the coldest temperatures of my life.