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A birthday,
mysteries, and the big question
Friday was
Veteran's Day, a holiday from school for the Lady, so a chance for a long weekend. It was also my birthday
although I was born on Armistice Day. Mom always stressed that. The name and
reason for the holiday was changed in 1954. I was born on Armistice Day and I
celebrate my birthday on Veteran's Day. Actually I celebrate my birthday every
day I wake up.
We had a store
bought sit down dinner Thursday night at the Virginia Creek Settlement. We are
capable, sometimes, of refined civilized behavior and we had no reason to
hurry, no schedule to keep. Back on standard time, night now comes early but we
have so many spots along 395 for an overnight stay that finding our way and setting up in the dark
is not an issue.
We returned
to Mono Diggings, set up camp, and walked in the cold night. I asked the Lady if
we'd hear Prairie Flower, feel her presence, or the spirits of others
associated with this ghost of a gold rush boom town. "No," the Lady
answered. "There are no restless spirits here. This is a peaceful place.
Feel it? Prairie Flower is no longer here." Alone here on this quiet night, the
stars overhead, the breeze brought a sting of cold to our faces. We both knew
the Lady was correct. This is a peaceful place. There are no restless spirits.
The Lady
climbed out of the camper during the night for a bathroom break. She must have
looked at the clock when she climbed back into the bunk. She cuddled up close,
her lips to my ear, and sang Happy Birthday. It was my birthday and I knew I had
to ask the big question.
A few hours
later and the growing morning light woke us. "Well this is something I've
never done in my life!" the Lady exclaimed. "I've never woke up in
bed with a 64 year old man before!"
It was time
for the big question.
Assured that
I would be needed and fed, we got on with our day of poking around with
mysteries.
The first
mystery was "Where was Lago?" Do you remember Clint Eastwood's
classic western, High Plains Drifter? Lago was the town on the edge of Mono
Lake.
The movie
set - Lago - is long gone, cleaned up per special use filming permit requirements.
Many other
close by locations were also used in the movie during filming in 1973.
There is
much to enjoy here. Just upslope from Lago is a large ancient shoreline of Mono
Lake.
Tufa towers
stand out from the shrinking Mono Lake with remains of higher ancient lake levels
carved into the hills beyond.
The next
mystery - where is the bubbling hot spring on the shore of Mono Lake? We, of
course, went looking.
We found
another spring, this one with surprisingly clear water.
Neither of
these are developed for soaking, nor should they be. They are beautiful in
their natural state. I am curious about the composition of the gas bubbling to
the surface. Both springs are quite active.
We
investigated a couple other mysterious sites on our way to Benton Hot Springs.
We made reservations several months ago for a special birthday weekend, an extra special weekend now that I knew I would still be fed and needed!
There was a
thick cloud deck as the daylight ended. It could have been spectacular color if
the sun had streamed under just as it set. It was not to be, but the last warm
light on Montgomery Peak was wonderful.
Benton Hot Springs has 10 campsites, each with a private tub of hot spring water. It is a
delightful place. Site six, where we stayed, has a recessed pool. We were able to back the truck
up so the that the healing, restorative waters were only two steps out of the
camper. We alternated between playing "Tease the Geezer" and soaking,
and, as Huell Howser always said, "It doesn't get any better than
this!"
At sunset we
walked up to the cemetery. It is a peaceful place and caused us to wonder about
the lives recorded here.
A great
horned owl was perched above our camp when we returned in the dark. The Lady said it was a good sign. I was
surprised to get anything close to an image with the low light. Owls songs
lulled us to sleep both nights here.
After dinner
we walked up highway 120 above Benton. We saw a faint flickering light in the
cemetery across from us. We heard no voices. Saw no evidence of people moving
about. What was this mysterious light in the cemetery?
It was
cloudy and warm (mid forties) Saturday morning.
We had a mystery to search out today. In a
long canyon leading into the White Mountains is something we want to find.
Feral horses
grazed the hillside above us. A large mule deer buck with a huge single fork
rack moved his harem of six across the opposite hillside.
We moved
slowly with our search.
We stopped
just below the crest of the White Mountains.
Although the
weather was clear and beautiful, it was cold. This area was solid ice. I went
down hard here on our way up canyon. If that wasn't bad enough, I then slid down slope
into the willows. It was slick.
We were
unsuccessful with our search. I have since gathered more clues. We'll be back.
This was a holiday weekend and we were alone here all day in this remote beautiful
place. As Huell Howser always said, "It doesn't get any better than
this!"
We returned
to our campsite at Benton and partook of the healing restorative hot spring waters. We
almost missed the rising of the near full super moon - the Beaver Moon.
The Lady
surprised me with direction on the photography. "Get a picture with the
moon framed by the tree branches," she directed. I happily complied.
We walked up to the cemetery with the moon casting long shadows. We investigated the mysterious flickering light we had seen Friday night. It was there, two small solar powered lights in front of an ancient inscribed wooden grave marker. The sage brush is higher so the lights appears to flicker as you move in relation to it. High tech has come to the old pioneer cemetery.
Sunday morning, after a
predawn soak and with that
first mug of hot coffee, we walked through town. Cottontail rabbits scurried about along with coveys of quail. The horse was waiting for us to get some
attention and the Lady obliged.
Quiet
mornings like this are priceless.
We had two
more mysteries to look into. Our first stop was Black Point on the northwest
shore of Mono Lake. With five years of drought, even with the Mono Lake
agreements in place, the lake's level is dropping and nearing a critical stage
where a land bridge will exist to Negit Island exposing its vast colonies of
nesting birds to predators such as coyotes.
A link to an article -
Mono Lake Facing Another Crisis
We stopped
at Conway Summit to find a section of the water delivery canal built by The
United Water Ditch Company in the summer of 1860 to provide (as in sell and
make money) water to the placer mines at Mono Diggings.
If you are interested, stop at the
corner of 395 and Virginia Lakes Road at Conway Summit. Look across the highway
to the southeast at the twin parallel lines crossing the slope above the
highway. The system was two canals with a flume across the pass carrying water
that was diverted from Virginia Creek, Dogtown Creek, Dunderburg Creek, and the
East Fork of the Walker River.
A competing
ditch - The Old Mono Ditch - was built by Cross & Company that diverted
water at the mouth of Mill Creek (Lundy Canyon) to Mono Diggings. Remnants of
this canal can be seen just north of Mono Lake.
We stopped
at another favorite hot springs for a break and lunch.
It was a
fabulous weekend. Huell Howser is ringing in my ears, "It doesn't get any
better than this!"
Or maybe it
does. We'll leave that option open. There are still mysteries out there to
figure out.................
Oh, to let you know, we are all healed up and restored, better then new. The waters have worked their magic. And the Lady will still be my valentine.
A special thank you to our military veterans - Veteran's Day - and here's to the continued celebration of the end of war - Armistice Day.
