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Wapiti at
breakfast and searching for glow in the dark jackrabbits.
I ordered
the fish tacos and the Lady ordered a Portobello mushroom sandwich. We were
back at Lee Vining's Whoa Nellie Deli and this was
our store bought supper for Friday night. The Lady's school year ended Thursday
evening and we attended our 34th eighth grade graduation ceremony - the Lady
has already informed next year's graduating class that she's graduating with
them. This Memorial Day Weekend was the beginning of the Lady's last summer
break and she asked if we could add a couple of extra days. There was a place
she wanted to visit in far eastern Nevada. A place with such a seductive name,
you are destined to dream of it constantly once you hear the name.
I agreed to
take a couple of days off to lengthen the weekend. I cannot say no to the Lady
and besides, I had also heard that seductive name.
We pulled
onto a narrow two track road along the east side of the Mono Craters, surprised
and pleased we had the whole place to ourselves at the beginning of this
holiday weekend.
A thunderstorm was moving in from the east.
The wind and
rain was a "Thank you jesus!" event as it put down the hordes of
no-see-ums that in only
a few moments during setup had harvested enough blood from me to assure a
robust future generation of the little bastards.
Why did we
camp here for the night? We had a little adventure planned for Saturday
morning, an opportunity to stretch the legs a little. We would climb to the top
of Crater Mountain, the Mono Craters' highest summit.
Rain fell on
the roof overnight. The morning was glorious. We started out bright and early,
before the no-see-ums' wake up call. The
craters are steep piles of pumice and climbing takes determination to continue,
step after step after step.
The Lady
most always takes the direct approach.
The military
had an air show for us. The Lady heard the roar first and I saw her head
quickly move across the skies above us. I followed suit as the ground started
to shake. We could not find the source. Our problem? They were below us, coming
in from the south, just above the trees, two large four engine jets in very close
formation. By the time I got the camera on them, they were in a banking turn to
the east, gaining altitude to clear Sagehen Summit, possibly heading to either
Hawthorne or Fallon, Nevada.
I am not
good with identifying larger jets so if a kind reader could provide an id, we'd
appreciate it.
edit: thank you to readers and friends Steve and Bob for providing the identification - Boeing C-17 Globemaster III
edit: thank you to readers and friends Steve and Bob for providing the identification - Boeing C-17 Globemaster III
Once at the
top of Crater Mountain, we found ourselves in one of the most spectacular and
wondrous places we have visited.
Here is a
panorama shot of the summit crater.
With the
clean, storm washed air, the views were outstanding. We had to stage a summit
shot.
Mono Lake
was to the north.
The crest of
the Sierra Nevada was to the west.
The Lady
disappeared as I was shooting photos to stitch together for the panoramas. I
soon spotted her, off exploring every nook and cranny.
On an
outcropping in the center we found a walled shelter.
The
guardian up here at 9000 feet, was a White-tailed Jackrabbit.
It was quite
calm and content just to watch us, different than the usual skiddish behavior
of jackrabbits.
We circled
and explored the summit crater. At one high point I found a spectacular spot to
sit. It even had a comfortable backrest. As I sat and took in the phenomenal
view, I noticed the ground was littered with obsidian flakes. Others, a long
time ago, also thought this was a spectacular place to sit and work at making
stone points.
The
remaining Mono Craters stretched out to the south with the backdrop of the
classic eastern Sierra Nevada.
This is
indeed a very special place.
It was only
mid morning but the weather was already changing. Behind us, to the south,
clouds were building and approaching. Although still in sunshine with blue sky
above, we were hit with raindrops as we reached our exit point from the crater.
It was time to get down. What was coming had wind and power. Thunder rattled
the sky as we reached the trees. The temperature plummeted. We knew what was next and ducked under a dense stand of jeffery
pines anchored on the steep slope. We pulled on our rain gear, I stashed the
camera away in my pack, and our pack flies went on as the hail started. This is
why we left the camper popped up, so we'd have a warm easy refuge to return to.
The smell of storm was a delight. The rat-a-tat of hail stones against our hats
and hoods and bodies did not hurry us as we descended and returned to our camp.
This was our
first exploration in the Mono Craters, a truly amazing place. The Lady is
asking when we can return.
It was time
to turn east. It was time to go to Nevada!
Searching
For Glow In The Dark Jackrabbits
"It has
been said that the Trinity test let the nuclear genie out of the bottle, but it
learned to dance on the deserts of Nevada." Michon Mackedon
I believe
one the biggest contributors to the misconception that Nevada is a worthless,
barren landscape, devoid of life is its history as a testing ground for nuclear devices. It
is a place so unimportant that it's perfectly logical to explode atomic bombs here. This is
perhaps the precise message the Atomic Energy Commission (AEC) and the
Department of Energy (DOE) seeded in our minds to enable test after test after
test (930 total in Nevada prior to the halt of nuclear testing in 1992).
In an almost
surreal piece of irony the battleship USS Nevada, that survived the attack on
Pearl Harbor and the battle of Iwo Jima, was painted bright orange and used as
the ground zero target in the first U.S. atomic bomb test at Bikini Atol in the
South Pacific.
The vast majority
of atomic bomb detonations took place at the Nevada Test Site (NTS) north of
Las Vegas - 100 above ground tests and 828 underground. Two atomic bombs were
exploded outside the borders of the NTS, Project Shoal near Fallon and Project
Faultless in central Nevada's Hot Creek Valley (another bit of irony).
We had
recently visited the site of Project Shoal. We turned north off of Highway 6
and headed up into Hot Creek Valley to find the Project Faultless site.
There are
warning signs everywhere concerning petroleum contamination due to the massive
amount of drilling involved in placing a 1 megaton nuclear bomb 3200
feet underground. Except for the plaque on the emplacement shaft, there is no
mention of anything atomic bomb related. I especially like the name
"Office of Legacy Management", we'd all have to work quite hard to
come up with a more nebulous title than that.
Why explode
a 1 megaton atomic bomb here, outside the Nevada Test Site? Simple answer is
Las Vegas tourism. Bombs were getting bigger, the ground was shaking more,
tourists and gamblers (Nevada's real bread and butter) were getting nervous,
casino windows were breaking. The search was on for a replacement site where
the big ones could be tested. Central Nevada and its residents had already been
affected by radioactive fallout from the above ground tests, now large atomic
bombs were going to be exploded underneath them.
By
compassion, Project Shoal was a little pip squeak (energy equivalent of 12,000
tons of TNT) to Project Faultless' yield of 1 megaton (energy equivalent of 1
million tons of TNT).
January 19,
1968 was the big day.
Project
Faultless could not have been more poorly named. The ground broke around the
site along faults in the earth. Almost 50 years after the detonation, these
breaks are still readily apparent.
Windows were
broken in the White Pine School in downtown Ely, 87 miles away. The Atomic
Energy Commission packed their bags and abandoned this area for future testing.
The steel
emplacement shaft that once was at ground level now is elevated above the surrounding area by
nine feet. The most poignant graffiti on the shaft is human outlines, calling
to mind the shadows of Hiroshima.
I recommend
reading an well written article I found online by Michon Mackedon -
This article
led me to Ms. Mackedon's book - Bombast, Spinning Atoms in the Desert that I'm
currently reading and recommend. I am enjoying the author's tone, style, and
insight.
We spent
Saturday night about four miles north of Project Faultless.
Thunderstorms
built all around us during the day but we only received rain overnight.
So confident
were the officials involved in moving nuclear bomb testing to the Hot Creek
Valley site that three other test sites were drilled and prepared before the sobering failure of Project
Faultless. Our camping spot was the site of UC-4. A three to four megaton
devise was in the works for detonation here, 3 to 4 times more powerful than
the bomb that was exploded in Project Faultless.
Up against
the Hot Creek Range to the west, this is a sublimely beautiful place.
We had done a
lot this day, climbed Crater Mountain in the morning, got pelted with hail on
the descent, drove half way across Nevada, and visited scary reminders of the
past and future. We did not stay up much past dark. We did not see any
jackrabbits glowing in the dark. We dropped into restful sleep as soon our
heads hit our pillows. We didn't even play "Tease A Geezer".
I took a
video of the site the next morning at dawn
Evening
Primrose bloomed profusely around the site overnight and amid all this cold war atomic bomb history, I
could not rid my mind of the reminder of the folk song from the past - "Where Have All The Flowers Gone?"
Postscript:
I did not include photos in this post but there has been much work completed in
the last couple of years at the Project Faultless site, just as we found at Project Shoal. Numerous new
ground water monitoring wells have been installed all around the area. Legacy
management?
Sunday
morning and it was time for a change in direction for our trip across Nevada.
Near Moore's Station is a well known petroglyph site. A small canyon cut into
volcanic tuft is lined with art work from the past.
This is a beautiful
place, especially on this early spring morning with rain washed skies.
I wondered about the meaning of the
bird tracks climbing the rock.
I also found
this petroglyph intriguing as it used the form of the rock and possibly depicts
a shelter or home.
Above it, around a corner, was
a depiction of a white man's dwelling.
As I said,
this was a beautiful, peaceful morning here.
Besides the
petroglyphs, we had an array of incredible wildflowers to admire as we climbed to the top of Petroglyph Butte.
It was time
to climb into the truck, head south, and once again intersect with highway 6.
We had more of "across Nevada!" to explore.
Our
adventure continues in Part Two - Please Click Here.
I will have to check out the books you mentioned - thanks Monte
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