Date: Mon, 21 Feb 2011 09:22:16 -0800
Reply-To: "Mark L. Hineline" <hineline@OCOTILLOFIELD.NET>
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From: "Mark L. Hineline" <hineline@OCOTILLOFIELD.NET>
Subject: Trip report
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Peregrine fille, my 1982 Westy, and I went on our first camping trip
together over the weekend, along with students from a course I teach
where weekend hikes and camping trips are part of the syllabus -- but
not required.
The weather forecast called for rain on Saturday, and again maybe on
Sunday. I'm used to winter rain in the lower, Sonoran desert, which is
usually a manageable affair, so I told students to ignore the forecast
and keep our reservations at Black Rock campground in Yucca Valley.
I left San Diego at 2:00 on Friday with plans to take back roads over
the mountains and into the desert. Alas, I took a wrong turn on a back
road and added 65 miles to the trip. By the time I got to Indian Wells
it was raining, and when I got to the campground it was raining harder.
Peregrine fille ran well. I haven't yet found a thermostat in the
junkyards, so I was alarmed to watch temperatures drop under 180
degrees on downslopes. But other than that, she ran quite well. It
wasn't until the return trip that my psyche fully adjusted to being in
third gear on interstate grades, but when it adjusted the bus and I
were happy together.
Friday night's storm was fierce, shaking the van and drenching the
students' tent with rain that came in sideways, under the fly, and
then settled on the tent's bathtub floor. I had the top of the Westy
popped and was just alarmed by the fierceness of the storm. Otherwise
I slept fine.
On Saturday we drove into the park. For risk management reasons I
cannot take students in the bus when I drive it, which made the drive
into and around the park a little lonely. But I hadn't been in the
park since 1964, when I was a lot younger. I was really excited by
what I saw, and I rued the many times that I'd disdained Joshua Tree
and driven by it to go to Arizona.
All day Saturday the sky was blue but the wind blew cold. We found
places in the lee of big boulders to hike around and take pictures.
Back at camp later, I felt a little guilty cooking and eating inside.
Everything worked, including the Dometic fridge, although I wasn't
giving in much of a workout when ambient temps were between 30-50
degrees F. But I think it may have helped keep the camper warm at night.
After supper I invited all five students to come in out of the wind.
They had made brownies in a dutch oven, so we enjoyed those and played
"Catch Phrase," an electronic game that required a change of batteries.
They all went back to their tent around 8:30 and I went to bed. It was
snowing, but the rangers had promised me it wouldn't amount to much.
At 10:00 the students awakened me: their tent had collapsed from the
weight of the snow.
At this point, they had had enough, so they packed up and headed back
to San Diego. I went back to bed in the camper and awoke to a winter
wonderland. It was so beautiful I could hardly fathom it.
I broke camp and headed home against a brutal wind, especially on the
15 through the windmills. Once I got past Banning, though, and on to
the 60, it was clear driving.
Difficulties:
- The thermostat, which I've mentioned. I may have to break down and
buy one new.
- The fuel pump needed a bang to get going on the first morning in
camp, but not the second
- The gear shift didn't want to do R or 1st when cold. Everything else
was fine.
Good surprises:
- The Hankook RA 08 tires were superb. There was a lot of wind, but
those tires kept me stuck to the road thoughout.
- At 55 mph on the highway, with the iPod playing through the cassette
deck, everything seemed really smooth. No sense that I was driving a
woefully underpowered, overweight, 30-year old vehicle.
- At 30 degrees, with plenty of wind, the camper is cozy inside even
with the top popped. I have no auxiliary heat, so this was a nice
surprise. It wasn't warm of course, but all I had to do was step
outside for a second to realize how warm it was.
All in all, a good first weekend. Next month, the Grand Canyon. Yippee.
Mark and Peregrine fille