Lighthawk
Weekend warrior
EPISODE I: Getting out of town
After a week of storm and (DVNP) mis-information, we decided to leave the day after Christmas to get out to Saline Hot Springs. It was to be Susan's first visit. I had been there via North Pass and also traveled over Steele Pass some years ago driving a stock Chevy Tahoe. We had cut our teeth on cold weather camping over Thanksgiving, so weren't worried about being warm & dry. It was the DV report that North and South Pass were closed that was troubling.
We didn't leave until 4pm after spending Christmas day entertaining our various offspring. So it was a quick three hours to Bridgeport to visit Travertine HS. Leaving town was a real bear, with CalTrans declaring chain controls over the I-80 Donner Summit, causing thousands of drivers to be stranded in bumper to bumper. It was drizzling, and there was no snow on the road. Go figure. I kept thinking ahead to those lonely dirt roads I would soon relax upon.
Bridgeport valley was blanketed in snow, a rare event these days. We spent the night on a spur road off the Travertine HS access, near a huge vintage Alaskan mounted on a big Dodge. It was beautiful and sunny on Monday morning.
We gassed up at Lone Pine and headed east towards South Pass. The typical 'Road Closed' sign was there, knocked down and run over. We aired down and enjoyed the ride through Lee Flat.
Gene had reposted something from DV.org about someone who said they drove out on Sunday and commented that they could have done it in the Studebaker. I have to agree. It was pretty easy, though you could see 6-12" erosion cuts from the recent rains. We continued down Grapevine Cyn, onto the alluvial fan. Soon a pair of headlights appeared in the mirrors. This guy was going pretty fast. I decided to push it and stay ahead until we got to Salt Pond. We were hitting washboards at 40mph, but this guy was still catching us!
I decided to pull over. Then I saw it was a FWC, with a gas can on the roof: SunMan. Sure enough, he stopped and we intro'd all around and said we would see him at the springs. Or so I thought. As I pulled out, I still had my window open to hear, "ching, chang, chang". WTF? A quick check around discovered a missing bolt on my airbag mount. Dang! If I hadn't stopped for Sonny, I probably would have torn the 'bag into the wheel or worse. By remarkable coincidence I had put some carriage bolts into my truck that happened to be exactly what I needed for the repair. I stole a nut off my new gas can carrier, which also fit. 30 mins later we were hustling down the road to find the turnoff in the dark for the springs.
The Bat Sculpture
more to follow in the next installment
After a week of storm and (DVNP) mis-information, we decided to leave the day after Christmas to get out to Saline Hot Springs. It was to be Susan's first visit. I had been there via North Pass and also traveled over Steele Pass some years ago driving a stock Chevy Tahoe. We had cut our teeth on cold weather camping over Thanksgiving, so weren't worried about being warm & dry. It was the DV report that North and South Pass were closed that was troubling.
We didn't leave until 4pm after spending Christmas day entertaining our various offspring. So it was a quick three hours to Bridgeport to visit Travertine HS. Leaving town was a real bear, with CalTrans declaring chain controls over the I-80 Donner Summit, causing thousands of drivers to be stranded in bumper to bumper. It was drizzling, and there was no snow on the road. Go figure. I kept thinking ahead to those lonely dirt roads I would soon relax upon.
Bridgeport valley was blanketed in snow, a rare event these days. We spent the night on a spur road off the Travertine HS access, near a huge vintage Alaskan mounted on a big Dodge. It was beautiful and sunny on Monday morning.
We gassed up at Lone Pine and headed east towards South Pass. The typical 'Road Closed' sign was there, knocked down and run over. We aired down and enjoyed the ride through Lee Flat.
Gene had reposted something from DV.org about someone who said they drove out on Sunday and commented that they could have done it in the Studebaker. I have to agree. It was pretty easy, though you could see 6-12" erosion cuts from the recent rains. We continued down Grapevine Cyn, onto the alluvial fan. Soon a pair of headlights appeared in the mirrors. This guy was going pretty fast. I decided to push it and stay ahead until we got to Salt Pond. We were hitting washboards at 40mph, but this guy was still catching us!
I decided to pull over. Then I saw it was a FWC, with a gas can on the roof: SunMan. Sure enough, he stopped and we intro'd all around and said we would see him at the springs. Or so I thought. As I pulled out, I still had my window open to hear, "ching, chang, chang". WTF? A quick check around discovered a missing bolt on my airbag mount. Dang! If I hadn't stopped for Sonny, I probably would have torn the 'bag into the wheel or worse. By remarkable coincidence I had put some carriage bolts into my truck that happened to be exactly what I needed for the repair. I stole a nut off my new gas can carrier, which also fit. 30 mins later we were hustling down the road to find the turnoff in the dark for the springs.
The Bat Sculpture
more to follow in the next installment