UT-OH Chapter 20: Young Love, a Forest Fire, Evel Knievel and a World-Famous Rocket Scientist… Part 1

May 1, 2026May 4, 2026 / Curt Mekemson / 9 Comments

Living in the forests of the Western United States is subject to a constant threat of forest fires in the summer. This is a photo from our deck when we lived in Oregon. Fires raged throughout the area a number of times while we were there, and once we had to evacuate when the one came within a mile of our home. The forest fire I fought as an 18-year old near Georgetown, California would have looked much like this.

I was a senior before “love” hit me: That starry eyed, loop de loop feeling which has little to do with rational thought and one hell of a lot to do with hormones and ancient instincts that go all the way back to the beginning of life. It had all of the subtlety of a sledge hammer. Nature has a myriad of ways to assure we pass on our genes. A mere sniff works for some. For humans it’s more complicated. We are expected to hang out and help raise kids, a process that takes 18 years, or longer— at a minimum. That takes a lot of incentive.

Falling ‘head over heels in love,’ is just the beginning.

I met D in speech class. She was blond, bright, sexy and interested in me— an irresistible combination. Somehow, she ended up sitting in my lap as a joke when the teacher was a few minutes late. And bam! I was in love. We started dating and decided to ‘go steady.’ I even gave her my class ring. We became an item in the lingo of the day, a couple to be invited out together, a future with a question mark. We even had matching shirts, the ultimate in commitment.

But my question mark was bigger than D’s, or at least it came to fruition sooner. I was graduating from high school while she had another year. There was a big world waiting out there and I wasn’t ready to limit its horizons. So, with a degree of sadness, I ended the relationship. D was not happy. She had our future planned, even down to naming the babies.

That summer, being a ‘free man,’ several young women attracted my attention, one was Kathy Truax. She had large brown eyes that consumed and a sharp mind that challenged. She seemed sophisticated, almost exotic to me, and came from a very different world.

Her father, Robert Truax, was one of America’s premier, pioneer rocket engineers. He had kicked off his career prior to World War II when a childhood interest in Robert Goddard led him to build rockets at his home in Alameda, California. He had then gone on to work with the Navy on rocket development during World War II, and later helped build both the Thor and Polaris missiles. By 1959 he had left the military and was heading up Aerojet-General’s advanced rocket development division in Sacramento, California.

Kathy had transferred to El Dorado County High School as a senior when her dad had gone to work at Aerojet. She was on her way to Occidental College in Los Angeles in the fall and I was on my way to the local community college. They were a long way apart, and miles weren’t the only measure. Still, I thought a date would be fun.

The only drawback was I had to pick up the phone and call. There was a very real chance that Kathy would say no, and I am lousy at rejection. So I practiced something I am good at, procrastination. When I finally worked up the nerve to call, she picked up the phone on the first ring. “Oh, hi Curt,” she answered cheerfully. No, she wasn’t totally tied up in getting ready for Occidental and, yes, it would be fun to go out. So much for all of the time I’d spent anguishing. Our date would be a visit the California State Fair in Sacramento the following Saturday evening. I hung up with a loud ‘YES’ to myself. The rest should be easy.

Except it wasn’t. When is it ever. Time slowed down to thwart me. Weeks later, Friday finally arrived. Fortunately, pear season was at its height, and I had a busy nine hours swamping out 50-pound boxes of pears from the orchard and bench pressing them onto a fruit truck. That night, my friend Hunt Warner was hosting a beer party that killed several more hours not to mention brain cells. Midnight and Saturday were thirty minutes away when the phone rang.

“Hey Curt, it’s your mom,” Hunt announced over the din.

I had a sinking feeling that there was a family emergency. And yes, it was, just not family. The forest around Georgetown, a small community in the Sierra foothills, was burning down. The United States Forest Service had called seeking a few good men but was willing to accept anything that walked on two legs and could swing a mattock (a heavy tool with a pick on one side and a hoe on the other).

I had signed up to fight fires at the beginning of summer and had gone through a one-day training, which apparently qualified me to go out and risk my life. It was one of those things you do on a lark and later wonder why. I was definitely at the wondering stage when my mother gave me the phone number I was supposed to call. Normally, my better judgment would have kicked in. The date was looming, and a good party was roaring. But I was eighteen and had three (or more?) beers down my gullet. Fighting a fire seemed exciting. It was an adventure not to be missed, an Ut-Oh moment for sure… Stay tuned: Part II of today’s post will be next Wednesday.

Monday’s Travel Post: Scenes from Costa Rica.

Chapter 19: Graduate or Go to Jail. I Was Given a Choice.

April 29, 2026May 6, 2026 / Curt Mekemson / 10 Comments

The Main Street of Placerville looks pretty much the same today as it did in 1961. The Chief of Police pulled our car over on the right hand side of the street here. The *incident* took place near the red hotel building, a block or so down the road.

If I was going to base my future on my organizational skills, I had to practice, right? So, I organized a protest my senior year. As a 60’s issue, it wasn’t a biggie. The Administration had axed our Senior Ditch Day and we wanted it back.

I drew up a petition and Patti Foley, who had great calligraphy, made it fancy. Almost all of the seniors signed. (I still have it.) A student strike was organized. I’m sure it was the first time El Dorado Union High School students had even considered such an action, Mabe even the last. Some of our rowdier students even lit trash cans on fire.

It wasn’t the issue that got me threatened with jail, however. The school administration called me in and asked if we couldn’t work out some type of compromise on Senior Ditch Day, which I readily agreed to. The strike was called off, the rowdies stopped lighting trash cans on fire, and we switched our Ditch Day to one more agreeable to the Administration. Everyone won. My civics teacher was impressed.

My problem with the law took place on Graduation Day when I inadvertently (or is that idiotically) crossed paths with Mike De Natly, the Placerville Chief of Police. Few of my UT-OH! moments can hold a candle to this one. As one might expect, our last day of high school was a goof off day. All the tests were over, yearbooks signed, and caps and gowns fitted. There really wasn’t much to do except revel in the fact that we were through and to say goodbye to friends. Lunchtime meant a final cruise of Placerville’s Main Street to check out girls, to see and be seen.

What happened was out of character for me. I normally keep my comments on other peoples’ driving habits to myself and car-mates. The horn is for really bad infractions, and, on very rare occasions, a single digit comment is appropriate. I would never stick my head out the window and yell at someone. That can get you shot.

But we were hot stuff on graduation day. When a blue car decided to stop in the middle of Placerville’s crowded, narrow downtown street right in front of us and forced us to hit our brakes, it irritated me. And then, the driver nonchalantly got out to have a conversation with the driver of the car in front of him. It pushed me over the edge. Out went my head as we edged around the two cars and I had an attack of uncontrollable Y chromosome aggression.

“You SOB,” I yelled, “get your F-ing car out of the way!”

So what if I didn’t recognize the Chief of Police out of uniform in an unmarked car. So what if he had stopped to offer help to a guy who had managed to stall his car on Placerville’s busy Main Street. So what if I had suggested he had canine parentage in a voice that half of Placerville heard. It was an innocent mistake.

“That was Mike De Natly you just cussed out,” our driver managed to stutter with mixed parts of fear and awe.

As a teenager, I had pulled some fairly dumb stunts. Teenagers have a responsibility to push the envelope. It’s the rather awkward method evolution has provided for growing up and developing unique personalities. Mistakes are bound to happen and that’s okay. But I was carrying my responsibility too far; I had gone beyond dumb and plunged into really stupid.

“Keep driving,” I uttered with all the hope of the irrevocably damned, “maybe he is too busy and will ignore us.”

Sure, like maybe the sun won’t rise tomorrow. The poor stalled guy could still be sitting in the middle of Placerville for all of the attention the police chief paid to him after my little admonition. De Natly jumped in his car, slapped his flashing light on his roof, hit his siren and sped after us. Not that he needed to speed fast or far. We were creeping up Main Street in sheer terror about one block away. I am sure my car-mates were wishing fervently that Curt Mekemson hadn’t gotten out of bed that morning, had never made their acquaintance, and was, at that very moment, facing a group of starving cannibals in some far-off jungle.

We pulled over with De Natly literally parked on our rear bumper and resigned ourselves to the firing squad. Luckily, for my friends, the Chief had no interest in them. He appeared at my window red-faced and shouting about five inches away. Under the best of circumstances, he was known for having a temper and these were not the best of circumstances.

“Get out of the car,” he yelled. “Get out right now!”

I moved fast. This was not the time for bravery and stubbornness. It was a time to be humble— it was groveling time. And I groveled with the best. I blathered out apologies and managed to work “sir” into every sentence, several times. I trotted out my friendship with his stepson, I threw in the City Treasurer who was a mentor, and I even brought in Father Baskin, the Episcopal minister, as a character reference.

“Get in my car,” he ordered. My groveling seemed to be having minimal impact. At least he hadn’t handcuffed me.

We drove up to City Hall, and I had visions of being booked and thrown into a cell with some big hulking giant who either didn’t like young men or liked them too much. I thought of having to call my parents and explain how their son had become a common criminal. But De Natly had an even more diabolical plan in mind. We slowly made a turn through the jail parking lot to give me a sense of my future fate and then, to my surprise, hopped on Highway 50 to Canal Street and drove up to the high school.

I was going to have to explain my actions to the principal. My chances of graduating that night slipped down a notch. I doubted that he would have much of a sense of humor about one of his students cussing out the Chief of Police. But explaining my inexplicable actions to him would have been mercy in comparison to what happened.

It was a beautiful late spring day, this last day of school, and it seemed like half of the student body and a significant portion of teachers were enjoying their lunches on the expansive lawn in front of the school. De Natly pulled up to the sidewalk beside the lawn and ordered me out. The Chief of Police arriving with me in tow was enough to capture the attention of several students sitting close by. Then he made sure that everyone was aware of our presence.

“Do you want to spend the night in jail or graduate, Curtis?” he asked in a voice that was easily equivalent in volume to the one that I had used in suggesting he move his car. Conversation on the lawn came to a dead halt. Every ear in the place homed in on us with the intensity that a cat reserves for a potential mouse dinner. And I was the mouse. This was a Kodak moment, not to be missed.

My answer was easy: Of course, I wanted to graduate, SIR. And so it went, De Natly barking questions with the voice of an army sergeant and me responding as the lowest of recruits. Finally, after a few minutes that felt like eternity, the Chief got in his car and drove away.

I was left to deal with the not so gentle humor of the students and faculty plus a principal who wasn’t quite sure whether he should take over where De Natly left off or laugh at my predicament. At least he had the grace to wait until I left his office before he chose the latter. I could hear his laughter echoing down the empty hallways. And yes, I was allowed to graduate that night.

Earth Day I Changed Our View of the World— I Was There

April 22, 2026April 23, 2026 / Curt Mekemson / 22 Comments

Today I am reposting a blog that I originally posted on the 50th Anniversary of Earth Day. I’ve made modifications to reflect what is happening now. (All photos displayed in this post were taken by either my wife, Peggy, or me.)

The world is full of incredible beauty that is worthy of our love and protection. This is a view of the Grand Canyon National Park on a beautifully clear day.

I was on the Davis Campus of the University of California on April 22, 1970, 56 years ago. For those of you not familiar with the date, it was Earth Day I, and UC Davis was hosting an event to celebrate. At the time, I was running the Peace Corps’ Public Affairs office for Northern California and Nevada out of Sacramento. Curiosity pulled me away from my recruiting duties to check out the event.

UC Davis puts on great fairs. It probably has to do with an event it calls Picnic Day, a rite of spring with roots as deep as humankind. The birds are singing, flowers are blooming, and the snow is melting in the mountains; let’s have a party! All of the departments become involved, put on shows, put up displays, and do silly things.

The flowers were blooming. Poppies grow extensively throughout California’s Central Valley in the spring.

Earth Day at Davis was similar, but it incorporated a vitally important message.

Somehow we had forgotten where we had come from in our rush toward progress and the good life. And in our desire to maximize profits. As a result, we were chopping down our forests, polluting our streams, poisoning our air, destroying our last remaining wilderness areas, and saying goodbye forever to innumerable species whose major evolutionary mistake had been to get in our way.

We had forgotten that birds can make music as beautifully as any symphony, that peace and balance can be found in the wilderness, and that somehow, in some yet unfathomable way, our fate might be tied to that of endangered species. It seemed okay that the last brown pelican was about to fly off into the sunset forever so we could squeeze one more bushel of wheat from our crops, and that it was appropriate for the great redwoods, silent sentinels who had maintained their vigilance for over 2000 years, to die for our patio with a lifespan of 20-30 years.

Brown pelicans, once near extinction because of DDT used on crops, have made a dramatic comeback since the use of DDT was banned. We took this photo south of Santa Barbara, California.

Rachel Carson, in her landmark book Silent Spring, had sounded a clarion call to a Holy Crusade: saving the earth. Others, too, were raising the alarm. Earth Day I was an expression of growing concern. Its message struck a deep chord with me. The years I had spent wandering in the woods while growing up, my exploration of the rainforest around Gbarnga, Liberia during my Peace Corps assignment, and my hiking in the wilderness as a backpacker, all came together in a desire to join the environmental movement and help protect the wilderness I had come to love.

Some of my happiest moments as a Peace Corps Volunteer in West Africa were spent hiking in the rain forests surrounding where I lived. Here I am crossing a native bridge on one of the many paths I explored.

I wandered between booths on campus, talking to the representatives of various organizations and picking up materials. There was information about the redwoods, water and air pollution, recycling, land-use planning, mass transit and the protection of valuable farm lands. I learned about all the species that had become extinct because of our activities— and that many more were threatened.

How could one not feel awe when confronted by giant redwoods in their cathedral like setting. It seemed terribly wrong to me that the life of a 2000 plus year old giant should be ended with a chainsaw to meet our short-termed demand for wood products.

I went home that night inspired, concerned, and more than a little frightened about what we were doing to our planet— the only home we have. Three weeks later, I had left the Peace Corps and become Executive Director of Sacramento’s first Ecology Education/Environmental Action Center, working 50-60 hours a week to help establish a massive city-wide, volunteer driven recycling effort. I would continue to devote a significant amount of my time to supporting environmental causes for the next 20 years of my life, working beside some of the most dedicated, selfless and talented individuals I have ever known.

Our efforts, and those of hundreds, even thousands of others, made a difference. The majority of people in the US as well as in numerous other countries around the world became convinced that protecting the environment was a worthwhile endeavor. Air pollution was reduced, waterways were cleaned up, wilderness areas were saved, and a number of endangered species were brought back from near extinction. Once again, eagles soared, buffalos roamed and wolves howled.

The progress has never been easy, however. Powerful economic interests and their political allies have often fought against environmental change that they felt would reduce their bottom-line profits. Our individual life styles have also played a significant role in hindering positive environmental gain.

By Earth Day 1, we were becoming alarmed about the impact of air pollution on heath and were beginning to develop an awareness of the impact of greenhouse gasses on global warming. Efforts were made to slow down and even reverse the impact. But we moved inches when feet, and even yards, were required. All too often, our three steps forward involved the proverbial one step back.

For example, acting under the pretense of removing Federal shackles at the behest of the automotive and oil industries, the Reagan Administration halted efforts in the 80s that had been established in place in 1975 requiring manufacturers to produce vehicles that got higher gas mileage— a law that would have significantly reduced the amount of gas being consumed and pollution put into the air, not to mention potentially saving consumers billions/trillions of dollars in fuel costs.

The results of actions like this and numerous others by politicians, corporations, and individuals, have resulted in modern humanity facing one of the most difficult challenges it ever has: Global Warming. This was dramatically brought home to me when I backpacked 750 miles down the Pacific Crest Trail in 2018 to celebrate my 75th birthday, dodging huge fires in Oregon and California. A drought created by climate change had killed millions of trees and those trees were burning.

The massive Carr Fire near Redding,California sent fire tornadoes shooting into the air, reduced visibility dramatically, and filled the air with health-damaging smoke for hundreds of square miles. (New research released this week suggests that wildfire smoke may emerge as a key driver of lung and other cancers.) This was the view I faced on my hike down the PCT near Chester, California.

Earth day 2026 is an excellent time to take stock of where we are in our efforts to protect the environment. The news is not good. Instead of the three steps forward and one step back of our past history, it feels more like we have taken four steps back to a pre-1970 status.

Under President Trump’s insistence, our national government has withdrawn from international efforts to combat global warming, and worked to eliminate many of the environmental protection laws that we fought so hard to enact over the last 56 years. It has backed away from supporting science designed to measure the impact of pollution and global warming, and discouraged federal agencies from monitoring and reporting on such impacts. It has also systematically worked to dismantle the EPA, weaken efforts to protect endangered species, and opened public lands set aside for our use and the use of future generations for mining, drilling, and logging operations. While the President has done everything he can to support oil, gas, and coal interests, he has simultaneously withdrawn support from more environmental friendly solar and wind energy development. The list goes on and on.

Continuing down this path will once again lead to air filled with pollution, waterways poisoned, wilderness areas eliminated, and species exterminated. It may well lead to millions of human lives lost as well as global warming continues unchecked. This isn’t an exaggeration; it is reality.

But it doesn’t have to be. The time to renew our commitment to the Earth is today.

Each of us can act on the personal level to reduce our own negative impact on the environment, support positive efforts on the local, state, national and world level, encourage businesses to think beyond the maximizing of profits to acting responsibly in terms of the social and environmental costs of their efforts, and demand that our political leaders take a strong stand favoring a healthy Earth and a healthy future for humanity and all of life, regardless of which political party they represent.

There may yet be a beautiful world for our children and grandchildren, and future generations to enjoy.

The Sculptures of Burning Man

February 23, 2026February 23, 2026 / Curt Mekemson / 23 Comments

Art comes in many forms at Burning Man— from massive sculptures, to mutant vehicles, impressive buildings, costumes, performances, photography, murals, etc. There is no other place in the world that inspires as much creativity for a one week period.

Today, I am going to consider some of Peggy and my favorite sculptures from our 12 years of visiting The Black Rock Desert.

Where else could one find oil tankers welded together?

Not a ‘do’ you could get (or want) from your local hairdresser.

Can you imagine the amount of work that goes into putting these creations together?

While Medusa may give you nightmares, many of the sculptures are created with a sense of humor. Meet the Queen Bee with enormous boobs.

Or join me as I photograph the nostrils of the sphinx…

A 20 foot tall goofy rabbit. (Tom Lovering took this photo.)

As I recall, these colorful characters were outside the Silicon Valley Village. Was there a message for us? The one on the left looks a bit like Elon.

It isn’t surprising that a flying saucer crash landed at Burning Man. It is located, after all, in the Nevada desert and all the ETs wandering around have to come from somewhere.

This baby flying saucer, on the other hand, was a bit surprising.

Was the Man keeping an eye on Junior from his flying saucer perch? There is plenty of mischief one can get into around Burning Man. Adult supervision is required…(Photo by Tom Lovering)

Like dancing to this wild rabbit fiddling away at Center Camp. It’s not the dancing that would impact baby flying saucer, it was dancing into the wee hours as Burners do. Babies need their sleep. (Photo by our friend Don Green.)

This guy, listening to the rabbit, came close to losing his pants while getting down to boogie.

The little fellow might run into a dragon.

Or, worse, a dragon guarding its egg! That’s one ferocious momma.

Then, there is pitchfork man who was seriously unbalanced…

And monstrous bugs hatching and spreading out over the Playa. (Photo by Don Green.)

One certainly wouldn’t want to run into this horny spider with crossed swords after dark.

Or a Texas longhorn emerging from the Playa.

The little guy needn’t worry, however. There is plenty of love at Burning Man.

For example, this monster robot was just out walking with his dog and carrying a flower.

The large pink rabbit let a little kid run up and hug its leg.

And the giant butterfly invited folks to relax and enjoy the view. (Photo by Don Green.)

A 50 foot tall couple was willing to share hugs…

And the ferocious looking Coyote was only howling at the moon.

Babies (inner children) reached out to each other, providing hope…

And lots of aliens cleverly disguised as topless Burners were available to look out for baby saucer. (Otherwise, they might be stuck on Earth, which they had serious doubts about at this time.)

A lighthouse was available to provide guidance…

To wherever in the world the little guy might want to travel…

There were plenty of bicycles to borrow for local transportation (some fixing required).

And a rocket ship to provide a boost into outer space if needed.

And now that the baby flying saucer has been taken care of, here are some of our other favorite Burning Man sculptures…

These blocks seemed to be reaching for infinity…

A head made of bricks was Earthy, according to his forehead.

A mask with glowing eyes stared out at passing Burners.

Not sure what this was meant to signify, but it has always been a favorite of mine. One wonders where all of the Burners are. But if you get far enough out on the Playa, they are few and far between.

Big feet, big heart? Yes, there is a person up there. A general rule at Burning Man is, if it can be climbed, it is climbed.

Ghost tree made out of bones. No climbing this. A sign told Burners to stay off. But….no guarantees.

Mirror image. Every time we passed by this sculpture, someone was taking a selfie. Usually posing. I took a photo of myself taking a photo of myself while sitting on my bike.

Lotus flower with a distant view, which brings us to…

Giants. This was from 2006 Burning Man. Several giant male and female statues were facing an oil derrick. The oil tankers shown at the beginning were from the same year. “Hope and Fear: The Future” was the theme.

The human body has fascinated artists forever. Burning Man was blessed with these sculptures. There were three in the series. This was known as Truth Is Beauty.

And she was beautiful at night as well as during the day. The sculpture was constantly changing color.

R-Evolution was another of the three giant sculptures by Michael Cochrane.

A close up. Note the internal structure, which also shows up prominently in the two photos above.

And finally, Bliss. My favorite because she is obviously having fun.

I’ll conclude with this close up. I had fun playing with both the form and colors. Like much that happens at Burning Man, these sculptures rightfully received world-wide attention. I was surprised to find that one of my photos even showed up in a French poetry magazine. (They didn’t ask, but they did give credit.)

Next in the Burning Man Focus Series, we’ll take a look at the striking and unusual Temples of Burning Man.

On Thursday, I’ll post the next in my UT-OH! blog-a-book series: The tale of how MC the Cat barely avoided having his danglies cut off, which, much to his dismay, would have ended his tomcatting ways.

So, You’ve Signed Up for Burning Man 2026: What Can You Expect? The Focus Series

February 10, 2026 / Curt Mekemson / 16 Comments

Burning Man’s theme for 2026 is Axis Mundi, Latin for axis of the world. Above, is an artist’s rendition of what the base of the Man of Burning man will look like this year.

Each year, Burning Man (BM) asks artists to submit artistic designs for what the Man might look like based on the theme. The winner for 2026 was submitted by Alexander (Zander) Rose, a Burner from the Bay Area with BM roots that go back all the way to 1996. His design is based on Japan’s national tree, *Cryptomeria japanica*, a cedar tree that can live to be over 2000 years old. An outer spiral staircase will take Burners 60 feet up to the base of the man. An inner spiral staircase will take them back down, creating the double helix of DNA, representing our past, present and future.

Every year at Burning Man (BM) is different. That’s what creativity is all about— and creativity is an important part of what makes BM special. The theme helps drive the creativity. Artists bringing their work to the event and tribes, people camping together who share a common interest, are asked to consider the theme when creating their works and designing their camps.

A rendition of what the 2026 Man will look like at night. The lights in the distance represent Black Rock City, a community of 50-70,000 people that surrounds the Man in a semi-circle.

Axis Mundi represents a cosmic connection between Heaven, Earth and the Underworld in mythology. In more modern terms we might think of earth, our atmosphere and the universe, or our inner-connectedness with each other, nature, and the universe. For a number of cultures, and BM 2026, it is symbolized by a giant tree. Note the Man peeking out from the lower limbs.

The Burning Man Journal notes that the event will demonstrate the relationship by “celebrating the interconnectedness of our global community, the new social realities we are creating together, and our enduring ties to the natural world.” While the statement relates primarily to the Burner community, a quote from Albert Einstein was added that broadens the concept to all of us:

“A human being is a part of the whole, called by us universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings as something separated from the rest, a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.”

While Einstein gives us a seemingly impossible task given the world of divisiveness we now face and the powerful people who profit politically and financially from it, Peggy and I believe that the kind of unity implied by Burning Man and Einstein is a goal we must never give up striving for. Darkness lies on the other side.

This focus series has several purposes. For newbies, or Virgin Burners as they are known, it will provide an overview of some of the things they will find at Burning Man, for veterans (and some of my followers) a nostalgic look back, for all others who find their way to this series for whatever reason, some insights into the magic that has given the event its world-wide renown. My focus will be on art, mutant vehicles, the Man, the Temple, people and activities, the desert setting, Black Rock City, and Burning Man at night.

Today I will be using 2023, the last year Peggy and I went, to introduce the series. Going forward, each post will include one to two focus areas with photos taken from the different times we have journeyed out to the Black Rock Desert. Starting in 2004, I’ve been 12 times and Peggy 7. Mine have included 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2009, 2010, 2012, 2013, 2014, 2015, 2017 and 2023. I began writing about the experience when I joined WordPress in 2010. Since then, I’ve featured BM in over 200 posts.

Now, a few thoughts for first timers. The Burning Man web site is filled to the brim with good advice on what to bring and what to expect. BM has been located in the Black Rock Desert for 35 years. That represents a ton of experience. You will want to follow its recommendations. The desert can be a harsh environment.

For example: Expect massive dust storms. One minute my view at BM 2023 looked like this.

And five minutes later the view had disappeared altogether. It was a time for staying in place, donning our goggles, and wearing a neckerchief over my nose and mouth. It usually blows over in a few minutes, but I have been at Burning Man when it has lasted much longer. You can get lost wandering around. High winds often accompany the dust storms. Tents and awnings not well secured may take flying lessons.

Just when you think you have mastered everything the desert has to throw at you, something like this comes along: The rainstorm of 2023. Check out their feet. The desert mud acts like Gorilla Glue!

BM veteran advice from Peggy. “The mud doesn’t stick to plastic.” Here’s another use for some of those plastic bags you have brought along to carry out your trash.

Having introduced some of the challenges, all in all, Burning Man is an incredible experience. In fact, veteran Burners even talk of the challenges they have faced over the years with fondness. One way to help assure a good experience is to follow the Burning Man credo; It is a participatory event, not a spectator event. Come and join the fun. Bring a costume and something to share. Nothing is for sale at the event except ice and something to pump the poop out of your RV, if you bring one. But everywhere you turn, camps and individuals are offering food, drinks, and a multitude of other things— for free. One year a young woman was passing through Center Camp offering to cool down Burners by rubbing ice on their necks. It felt great! You can attend interesting talks and even learn new skills ranging from pole dancing to twirling a hula hoop, or fire. And you can share the skills you have. Volunteer to help with the event. There are dozens of opportunities.

Individual reactions to Burning Man cover a wide spectrum. As a newbie, you may find you absolutely love it. When you arrive home afterwards, you are excited to share the experience with friends and family. You immediately start planning to go the next year. Or you may find yourself saying “Wow, that was an experience. I’m glad I came but I don’t need to come again.” Or, you may be asking, “Why oh why did I decide to come here? I don’t need dust in my nose, eyes, and mouth. I want my toilets to flush. I don’t need the desert heat and desert cold, mud that sticks to my shoes, people everywhere, and drum-heavy metal/rock/industrial music that blasts away to the wee hours of the morning!”

But even if you hate it, think of the stories you will be able to tell your grandkids. For example:

“Great-great grandpa may have walked three miles through deep snow to get to school, but that was nothing compared to walking to the porta potty durning the Burning Man deluge of 2023! Mud was everywhere. It stuck to your shoes like a tick on a dog. The sewage trucks couldn’t make it in to empty the porta potties. They were filling up with poop. Horror of horrors! Luckily, someone had posted cartoons on the walls to take our minds off of the horror and remind us of civilization.”

But enough fun. Let’s move on to some of the things we found special about Burning Man 2023: the kind of things that bring Burners back to the Black Rock Desert again and again.

The Man, after which Burning Man is named, dominates the Playa and Black Rock City. No trip to Burning Man is complete without a journey out to the site. Climbing up inside often provides interesting art and always a great view. While the Man himself remains the same every year, the base and surrounding space is changed to reflect the annual theme.

The 2023 Man at night. The lights in front are from bicycles. It’s critical that you can be seen at night! The only forms of transportation at Burning Man are bikes, your feet, and mutant vehicles. The vehicle you arrived in must be parked for the week. Most burners travel by bicycle. Decorating them is a Burning Man tradition.

Another must see building at Burning Man is the Temple where Burners memorialize loved ones and pets who have passed on, confess everlasting love, and say thank you. When the Temple is burned at the end of the week, the messages go up in flames. While not religious, the Temple definitely has a sacred feel to it and is always, uniquely beautiful.

Being partially hidden by a dust storm increased the mystical feeling of the 2023 Temple.

Different times of the day present the Temple in a different light. Peggy and I like to visit in the early morning and evening as well as during the day. It’s always located on the Playa behind the Man. It was a four mile plus round trip for us in 2023. Thus the need for bicycles.

This is a 2023 map of Burning Man. The Man is at the center above Center Camp and the Temple in the circle above. The grid shows the streets of Black Rock City. The open space is the Playa. As for all the numbers, they represent art installations. As I mentioned above that people come to Burning Man for a variety of reasons. Maybe it is to dance around the clock for 7 days with well-known DJs providing the music through gigantic speakers. We come to enjoy, appreciate, and photograph the art. As you might imagine, it is close to a full time job.

The Playa is the central location for much of the art. Most of the pieces are in sculpture form. The creativity is unending. Burners are climbing up into the house/creature. (I’m not sure I’d want to do that if the beast was hungry.) Much of the art is interactive, designed to be explored in various ways.

Speaking of interactive, this piece was designed to turn so the creatures could be matched up with the appropriate parts. Roar and Neigh suggest a lion and a horse, neither of which has any of their parts as the sculpture stands now! The Burning Man Theme for 2023 was “Animalia”, celebrating the “animal world and our place in it”. Many of the sculptures, like this one, represented the theme.

They could be striking, like Pegasus, whose wings flapped and legs moved…

Or something else, as this ancient rain god. I may be making up the rain god part, but something had to bring the rain. Nice tongue.

Burners could walk into this giant bear where mirrors provided opportunities for them to see themselves from a number of different perspectives.

This interesting sculpture was built by Ukrainian Burners to reflect their country’s reaction to the Russian invasion of their country. A number of soldiers who died fighting to protect their country from tyranny were memorialized in the photos.

Winged victory seen during the day and …

And at night. Most of the sculptures shown during the day are lit up at night, some beautifully so.

Another example: Fish sculpture during the day…

And at night from the other direction. The Man and distant lights of Black Rock City provide the background.

And a tea pot. Peggy and I have dozens of more photos representing the art of Burning Man in 2023 that we were able to catch before the weather went bad. There were dozens more that we never got to. This is simply a small sample of the breadth of what one can find at BM.

Another fascinating example of creativity at Burning Man are mutant vehicles. A special permit is required to bring one to the event. They range in size from large, designed to carry a lot of people to…

Small personal vehicles. The rule is that they can’t resemble the original vehicle from which they are built.

Three more examples from 2023: An elephant…

A VW bus that had morphed into a flying green something with antlers propelled by wings and a giant jet engine…

A Texas Longhorn. Like sculptures, mutant vehicles are often lit up in interesting ways at night. It’s not unusual to find several dragons— or an octopus— wandering the Playa and blasting out fire.

While the Playa may be the place to go to see the majority of the art and mutant vehicles, exploring Black Rock City— a city of that is literally built in the Black Rock Desert prior to the event and taken down afterward— could easily keep you occupied for the whole time. Several large structures like this one, are built by major tribes, to house the tribes along the Esplanade, but also offer a wide range of things all Burners are invited to participate in. This ‘frog-like’ creature with a third eye easily fit into the 2023 Animalia theme.

As you might expect with 70,000 people, things can get a little crowded at Burning Man, but free space is provided for everyone. Tribes have designated areas, assuming you jump through the BM hoops and qualify. For everyone else, it’s find your own spot. The later you arrive in the week the farther out from the Playa you will be! Black Rock City’s resemblance to a huge parking lot is obvious, but it’s a well organized parking lot. The map above that featured the art shows the layout. The roads that follow around the semi-circle are given names that reflect the theme. The roads cutting through are assigned numbers. Assuming you have memorized yours road’s name and number, or written it down, you will be able to find your home. Otherwise….

A close up of the 2023 roads. How would you like to live on Dingbat and 9:30? The street numbers are below.

Walking/biking up and down the roads and streets is an interesting way to wile away a few hours. For example, you might find yourself at the Habitat for Insanity.

Or the Gypsy Nebula Carnival. Come evening there will be loads of places you can stop for a free drink. Bring your own cup.

You can expect to meet interesting creatures along the way as well. Like Falcor, the Goodluck Dragon of “Never Ending Story.”

Or King Kong He’s been to Burning Man many times as his condition suggests. It’s not easy being a giant ape in the desert.

In the end, it’s the people who make Burning Man Special. The veterans, the newbies, the artists, the builders, the planners, and your next door neighbors. Everyone. The dreamers and the desert. Here, two of our neighbors take a photo with the world traveling Bone. Even though he has been to 50 countries, Burning Man is still his all-time favorite place.

Here’s hoping you make it to BM2026. My next several Monday posts will continue my Focus Series look at Burning Man, exploring in detail the various aspects of the event I have introduced today. Next week, I’ll start with mutant vehicles.

On Thursday, I will continue my blog-a-book memoir and describe how I hired the family pets to protect me from the ghosts that wandered into our backyard from the graveyard next door. There were pros and cons.

Poor Pat. Living with me did have its drawbacks, especially when I had a camera in hand. Being a rescue dog, however, she was eternally grateful and willing to pose for me. Reluctantly. She was a bit large for the army cot I slept on outside in the summer. But she was great at scaring away the ghosts. A cocker spaniel and at least one cat joined her.

2025: Focus on Hawaii… The Year in Review

December 22, 2025December 21, 2025 / Curt Mekemson / 11 Comments

Our blogs each year, for the most part, are based on our wandering ways. We kicked off 2025 with a trip to the Big Island of Hawaii where we stayed in a VRBO 30 miles outside of Hilo for a month, rented a car, and explored the island. Spring and summer found us wandering through the Southwestern US for five months, pulling a small trailer behind our truck, and visiting national parks and monuments. In October/November, we left the trailer behind at our home base in Virginia and traveled for three weeks through New England admiring the beautiful fall colors.

Our next three posts will be devoted to doing our yearly wrap-up of our travels— based on our annual calendar. Each year we select 13 photos from among what we consider our best travel photos for use in a calendar we create for our extended family. This year we created three: one for each of the areas we visited. Family members got to choose which calendar they wanted. The photos for today’s post were selected for our Hawaii Calendar. The orchid above is one of numerous different species found at the Hawaii Tropical Botanical Garden just outside of Hilo. We highly recommend a visit if you travel to the Big Island. Over 2000 tropical plants are found in the garden.

Big leaves are expected whenever one travels in tropical rainforests. Having served as a Peace Corps Volunteer in tropical Africa for two years, I can speak to this personally. Peggy and I were particularly impressed by the beauty, size, and importance of taro leaves to native Hawaiians. Served as a food staple thoughout the islands, Taro is also important in Hawaiian mythology where Taro is regarded as the ‘Elder Brother’ of humankind.

If you are a crossword buff, you will know the name of this bird: Meet nene, the native goose of Hawaii.

While we photographed a number of birds, as always, we found this slender golden plover particularly attractive. It hardly looks like it is up to a 3000 mile journey to get here each year, but it is. Breeding and raising its chicks in the arctic each summer, it makes the 3000 mile journey to Hawaii each August/September where it will live and feed until April/May when it will make its return journey to the far north. A couple of other facts we found interesting: It often flies non-stop and it always returns to the same location. We would likely find this same bird here if we traveled back to the Big Island this year!

Any discussion of the wild birds of Hawaii almost always includes chickens which arrived in the Hawaiian Islands with the Polynesians around 1200 AD, went wild, and have since interbred with modern chickens brought over in the 19th and 20th centuries. We found this gorgeous fellow wandering around in the forest near us.

The anole is another interesting member of the Hawaiian wildlife. We had been shopping at a local supermarket when we came out and found the colorful lizard on the hood of our rental car. I suggested that it might want to relocate but it refused, even when we were driving 50 miles per hour down the road. Turns out that anole lizards have specialized toe pads covered with millions of tiny, microscopic hairs that create molecular attraction with slick surfaces. They are related to the iguanas I featured three weeks ago and even come with dewlaps.

We were fortunate to find the Kīlauea Volcano active during our visit in February. We watched as it spewed lava 300-400 feet into the air. By November, it was shooting lava as high as 1500 feet!

Isaac Hale State Park was located 15 minutes away from where we were staying south of Hilo in the small development of Seaview on the coast. The park was the end of the road for us. No sign was required. An eruption of a side vent on the lower east rift zone of Kīlauea sent lava spreading out over 14 square miles in 2018, destroying 700 homes, blocking several several roads, and covering a portion of the state park before reaching the ocean. Residents of Seaview watched in fear at the time, hoping that the lava flowing a mile away wouldn’t reach their development. They lucked out.

Having destroyed homes and blocked roads, the lava finally plunged into the ocean, sending steam high into the air and adding new land to the island. This is what it looks like today off of Isaac Hale State Park as waves from the Pacific Ocean roll in.

With Hilo, Hawaii receiving over 100 inches of rain a year, it isn’t surprising that there are a number of waterfalls in the surrounding country. Rainbow Falls is actually located in the town.

Coconut trees are a common sight in Hawaii.

As are Banyan trees. This one was located in downtown Hilo.

While we spent the majority of our time on the Hilo side of the Big Island, we did take a day to drive over to the Kona side, which is where most of the tourists hang out. We went to check out a petroglyph site we had been to before and visit the Puʻuhonua o Hōnaunau National Historical Park, or Place of Refuge. Ancient Hawaiians who broke sacred laws could flee to the site and find safety instead of death. A number of wooden carvings like these represent the Hawaiian gods that once protected the sanctuary.

That’s the overview for our trip to Hawaii. Next up is the Southwest.

Our trip though the Southwest took us to three national parks and five national monuments. This photo is from Chiricahua National Monument in southeastern Arizona.

I want to give a special thanks today to Lauren Scott at baydreamerwrites.com who did a great review of my book, The Bush Devil Ate Sam. Lauren is a published poet and author of a children’s book. Her most recent works include King Copper and Cora’s Quest. King Copper is a touching collection of poems about her dog, a chocolate lab, that recently passed away. Cora’s Quest is a children’s book that follows a young fawn as she goes on a delightful journey of exploration through the woods with her parents— until she gets lost.(Don’t worry, the book has a good ending.) You can learn more about both books by visiting Lauren’s site listed above.

What I like most about Lauren is her humanity— her warm sense of caring. Here’s what she says about her writing: So, whatever genre I share with you, whether poetry, personal stories, fiction, or kid-lit, I hope you’ll discover a piece of writing that evokes a special memory or acts as a reminder that you are not alone living with your emotions. Maybe you’ll get a good laugh, after all, we know laughter is the best medicine. Or perhaps you’ll experience an ‘aha’ moment.

A Tale of Two Cabins, Lake Champlain, Smuggler’s Notch, and Stowe… Leaf Peeping in New England

November 7, 2025November 7, 2025 / Curt Mekemson / 22 Comments

Beautiful leaves, but are any left on the trees?

The answer was yes. These two photos were both taken at our cabin near Chazy, New York. The sunlight here reminded us that we still had a lot of leaf peeping to do.

Our West Chazy NY cabin was the second one on our tour. I already blogged about the first: Bare minimum: no electricity, no heat, no insulation, no water and an outhouse— all on the coldest day of our three week trip. The second was the direct opposite: A full kitchen, bathroom, sitting room, streaming TV, fun decorations, heat, and, I might add, excellent insulation. The owner, Shane, greeted us when we arrived and told us that he had put a dozen eggs in the refrigerator! “Our chickens are producing eggs faster than we can eat them,” he told us.” Let me know if you need more.” When we went online to give the cabin a five out of five, we were surprised that Shane had already been there and given us a five out of five as guests! Both cabins cost about the same to rent. It’s a tale of two cabins, a dickens of a story, if you will.

This stove serves as an example of what Shane had done in the cabin. He had taken a beautiful antique wood stove and modified it by putting a modern gas stove on top. It was the best of both worlds.

Bedspread, pillow cases, curtains and rugs all included outdoor scenes packed with wildlife and country themes.

There were also lots of crow decorations. This was due to the fact that Shane calls the cabin, the Crow’s Nest. In fact you can look up the cabin at Crow’s Nest, West Chazy, NY.

We didn’t see any crows outside, but this banty rooster was strutting his stuff. He crowed about how he was inspiring the chickens to lay eggs. There were also goats, a white turkey, and the egg laying hens that guests could visit.

The most common member of the bird family we found in the area were Canada Geese. There were dozens/hundreds of them. Everywhere. In creeks, small ponds, and Lake Champlain. No body of water was too small or too large. We noticed that they seemed a little skittish and headed into the water whenever we got close. We also wondered why they were hanging out near the Canadian border and hadn’t flown south. And then it dawned on us. They didn’t have passports, they didn’t haven’t visas, they didn’t have US citizen papers, and, worse, they were dangerous criminals: They pooped in public parks and on people’s lawns. The geese, frightened that we were ICE agents, prepared to fly back across the border on a moment’s notice.

You are now cleared for flight on runway #1.

Since the Vermont islands on Lake Champlain were a short drive away from Chazy, we made a day trip over to visit them. This gorgeous tree was right next to the Vermont Information Center. Peaceful, huh?

This sign stood next to the tree. I was once exploring an ICBM site north of San Francisco when I heard a loud grinding noise. A large cover drew back and out came the missile with its nose pointed toward the sky. Scary, eh! That would have had me fleeing toward the mountains ( and probably peeing my pants), except I knew that the site was decommissioned and some type of visitor demonstration was scheduled.

The islands are all connected by bridges and a road. The first Island we explored was Isle de Motte. It featured a large statue of Samuel Champlain, who the lake is named after, and a native. Both were holding rolled up documents, which I assume represented treaties between the Hurons, Algonquins and France. The allies were attacked by a large body of Iroquois when Champlain was first exploring the lake in 1609. Champlain saved the day by shooting two of the Iroquois chiefs with his flintlock. Note how the Indian wisely hid behind a rock while Champlain fearlessly faced the enemy. (One of the reasons the Americans were able to defeat the British during the Revolutionary War was that learned from the Indians.)

An actual self-portrait done by Champlain of how he pictured the event. My thoughts are: Duck! But that wouldn’t be nearly as impressive to the folks back home. Champlain became known as the Father of New France while the Iroquois became forever enemies of the French, siding with the English during the French and Indian War.

As Champlain used his muzzle to sight in on the Iroquois, I used a tree near his statue to sight in on the shore of New York State. Our cabin was about five miles away from the shore. The Adirondacks can be seen rising in the distance.

A small attractive chapel that is part of St. Anne’s Shrine, stood just across the road from Champlain’s statue. For services, the large door in front opens up to a covered patio in front of the church where the congregation sits.

We continued to have great water and fall tree views as we drove around the islands. The mountains in the distance are the Green Mountains of Vermont.

Farm lands made up much of the property on the islands. Here, the corn had been harvested and farmers were getting ready for winter.

Iorek, our truck, made a quick left turn into a small, self-service bakery run on the honor system. We picked out an apple pie and stuffed our money into the birdhouse door beneath the large $ sign. We actually made the pie last for three days, which was amazingly disciplined considering how yummy it was.

A final photo from the lake area. It was now time to begin our journey across Vermont. We packed up the truck and sadly left our cabin in the woods, telling Shane we would likely be back, maybe for a month.

Following back roads across northern Vermont toward Stowe, we continued to be treated to gorgeous leaf peeping treats.

As many as we saw, there was no danger of burnout! This was an interesting combination of river, green, and one bright tree peering out of the dark shadows, caught by the sun. Gets your attention, huh.

A fun part of photography is taking photos that can pull viewers into the photo. We felt that the straight lines of the harvested crop heading down to the green field and then the forest did it here.

The tree line starting up close on the right and moving down into the distance also pulls viewers into the photo.

Sheer color splashed across the photo by nature, like paint on a Jackson Pollock painting, works as well. Grin.

Smugglers notch was so intriguing we did it twice. One reason was the beauty. Another was history. As the name suggests, it was used by smugglers. In 1807, when Thomas Jefferson embargoed trade with Canada because of conflict with Britain, Northern Vermont residents smuggled goods into Canada as a way to survive. Later, the gap worked as part of the Underground Railway moving escaped slaves to Canada. Finally, it kept Northern Vermonters in booze during Prohibition.

Finally, as this sign suggests, the road is a challenge to drive. Up on top it turns into a narrow one way road that snakes its way around large boulders in hairpin tight curves that even Iorek had problems with. Sign after sign forbid large trucks from going across and provided convenient turn-around locations.

Finally, everyone is required to drive through low-height barriers called chicanes that mimic the narrow road and tight curves. A sign informs drivers that if they can’t make it though, they won’t make it over the pass. This applies to tourists pulling trailers as well as 18 wheelers. Regardless of the precautions, several tractor trailers end up trying to get over and jackknifing on the curves each year, causing delays that can end up taking hours to clear. There’s a hefty $2500 dollar fine plus whatever it costs to get a tow truck (or tow trucks) up on top to solve the problem.

Coming down off the pass, we got our first views of Stowe. If you don’t mind crowds of tourists and packed highways, a stop is definitely worth it. This photo shows its iconic New England Church that sits on the main street.

What impressed Peggy and me the most, however, were the beautiful homes.

I’ll conclude with Peggy’s favorite. In our next post we will finish our tour across Vermont, take you through New Hampshire and end in western Maine.

Dairy goat farming, we learned along the way, is becoming a big thing in Vermont. This is the Sugar Plum Goat Dairy.

A Journey Back in Time… Backpacking into an All-Time Favorite at 75 and 82: The Five Lakes Basin

July 28, 2025July 28, 2025 / Curt Mekemson / 25 Comments

One of many lakes found in the Tahoe National Forest’s Grouse Ridge Non-Motorized Area where Peggy and I went backpacking last week. I’d asked Peggy what she wanted to do for her 75th Birthday. Her first answer was to visit our son Tony and his family in Florida, which we did and had a great time. The second thing was go backpacking! “I’ll pass on the 750 miles you did for your 75th, however, Curt,” she informed me. “I think 7.5 sounds more reasonable.” We laughed. At 82, I also gave a sigh of relief. Possibly you heard me.

Since we were visiting friends and family in Sacramento on a break from our five-month exploration of the Southwest, the Five Lakes Basin was a natural for our trip. This is a view from one of the lakes looking up at the Black Buttes. While there are several ways to enter the Grouse Ridge Non-Motorized area, our normal way is to follow I-80 from Sacramento and take the Highway 20 cutoff toward Nevada City for approximately 5 miles. Turn right on Bowman Lake Road and continue on that road for 5 miles. Turn right on the unimproved, ultra-bouncy, dirt Grouse Ridge Road for 6 miles until you reach the Grouse Ridge Campground. The road has always been a challenge. This time it featured holes that would eat a VW bug! (Slight exaggeration but not much.)

I’ve been backpacking in the Grouse Ridge/Five Lakes Basin since 1969, 56 years ago. It’s an all time favorite of mine. I actually remember the exact day I started to backpack: July 20, 1969. The day Neil Armstrong took his first step on the moon, I took my first step backpacking near Grouse Ridge. I made it into the Five Lake Basin in 1970 and camped just to the right of this little waterfall.

Twenty years later in 1990, a few months after I had met Peggy, I bought her a backpack for her 40th birthday and took her into my favorite lake. Her only requirement was that I carry in a water bottle full of Harvey’s Bristol Cream Sherry. I don’t know whether it was the beauty of the area or the sherry, but Peggy came to love backpacking and the Basin— almost as much as I do.

This map shows the trail system from Grouse Ridge Campground into Five Lakes Basin and Glacier Lake. Peggy and I followed the Glacier Lakes Trail for her 75th birthday, the Sand Ridge trail for her 40th. In the early 70s, off-road enthusiasts could follow the route I outlined here up to the first lake at the end of Sand Ridge. I did that once with my friends. The following year I watched an off-road dirt bike rider tear up a beautiful meadow doing brodies, which led me to join forces with the Nevada County Sierra Club in advocating for the non-motorized status, an effort that was successful.

Having just finished her 75th Birthday backpack trip, Peggy stands with a big smile at the Grouse Ridge Campground with the Black Buttes behind her. We camped just beneath the highest peak at Glacier Lake. The Five Lakes Basin lies just beneath Glacier Lake. (Her T-Shirt features Big Foot, the world’s hide and seek champion.) I’ll include more photos of our trip at the end of this blog.

I’ve done a number of posts on the area over the years. People researching the Basin are bound to come across them. In fact, I was amused a couple of days ago when I was trying to remember when glaciers carved the basin with its lakes and googled the question. 20,000 years ago was the AI response. I looked up the source, as I usually do with AI answers. It was Wandering-Through-Time-and-Place. A fairly reliable source, I’d say. Grin.

I noted in an earlier post that the Grouse Ridge Non-Motorized Area is well-loved. Maybe too much so, especially for someone like me who prefers his/her wilderness rugged, wild and relatively people-free. But I make an exception for this region. It’s an easy place for people to get to and is very backpacker-friendly for families and newcomers to the sport. It serves as a great introduction. There is considerable value in this— for the people of course— but also for our world. People who experience the wilderness in a positive way are much more likely to appreciate it, and want to protect it, which is critically important for ourselves, our children, and future generations. As I have emphasized over and over in this series.

Especially in this era when the Trump Administration wants to open up national forests, BLM lands, and national monuments for logging, mining and housing developments. His most recent target is roadless areas. Information this month suggests that the administration is moving to repeal the 2001 Roadless Area Conservation Rule, opening up approximately 58 million acres of national forest lands to road building and logging. I doubt it will include the Grouse Ridge area. But it could.

Here are some photos taken from my posts that emphasize what might be lost.

The serenity of the Five Lakes Basin’s ‘biggest little lake’ could be shattered by the sound of chainsaws. When I see this photo, I always think of Gary Snyder, the Nobel Prize winner, “poet laureate of Deep Ecology,” and who— along with his friends Jack Kerouac, Allen Ginsberg and Alan Watts— was prominent in introducing Zen Buddhism to America. Living on San Juan Ridge near Nevada City, he fell in love with the Sierras and the Grouse Ridge area in much the same way I did. He even wrote a poem about the Five Lakes Basin:

Old Pond

Blue mountain, white snow gleam
Through pine bulk and slender needle-sprays;
little hemlock half in shade,
ragged rocky skyline,

single clear flat nuthatch call:
down from the tree trunks

up through time.

At Five Lakes Basin’s
Biggest little lake
after all day scrambling on the peaks,
a naked bug with a white body and brown hair

dives in the water,

Splash!

Like Snyder, my spiritual views of the world are more Eastern than Western, but it really doesn’t matter what your religious perspective is when it comes to the value gained by connecting with nature. I agree with John Muir’s statement: “The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness.” Here, in this photo by Peggy, I am reading Hermann Hess’s classic about a young man’s spiritual journey at the time of Buddha, *Siddhartha.*

I suspect that Snyder would love this twisted manzanita I found near his biggest little lake.

I’m a fan of reflection shots. Every lake in the Five Lakes Basin provides examples of why. This is morning on a lake I once named Peggy’s since I couldn’t find a name for it.

Just for fun, I’ve discovered that turning reflection shots on their side can provide interesting results. This one had a wonderfully-fat-monster-insect look. Start with the feelers and work down.

Another example from a normal perspective.

Flipped it on its side. Beyond the monster look, there was the woman in a green dress with the long green hair.

The basin is filled with granite. I liked the green contrast of the manzanita growing on the boulder.

As you might imagine, Peggy and I have taken hundreds of photos of the Basin and Non-Motorized Area over the years, but I’ll conclude our quick tour of the basin with a sunset photo and move on to Peggy’s 75th Birthday trip to Glacier Lake.

Peggy poses for her ‘official’ backpacker photo looking snazzy. Note the hiking sticks (poles). ‘We don’t leave home without them’ when venturing into the woods. They are essential for balance, even more so as we age. My hips and knees were screaming at me as we made our way down Grouse Ridge, like “What the F are you doing.” (Growing older is so much fun.) The sticks assured we stayed upright.

The area was much drier than we had expected from previous trips in July, thus we were grateful when we came across this meadow. One look and we simultaneously thought CAMP!

One tired, but happy, puppy. Or maybe that should be old dog. That’s my food bag draped across my legs. Camp was set up. We’d had a cup of hot soup, cheese, a beef stick, and a celebratory shot of Irish liqueur. I still had to cook Peggy a post-birthday dinner, but that consisted of boiling water, pouring it into a container of freeze-dried backpacking food, letting it sit for five minutes, and eating. Mmmm, beef stroganoff. All was right with the world. Just don’t ask me to get up! Peggy managed to abandon her Therma-rest seat for this photo. Good thing I married a younger woman.

The next morning we found a snow bank on our way up to the lake. I don’t think Peggy has ever found snow without lobbing a snowball at me!

She followed up by carving a heart with P+C in it. Aw….

The trip up to the lake was relatively easy, considering we took two days to do what is normally a one day trip. (I’ll note here that some of these photos here are from earlier trips since we were only carrying our iPhone to save weight.)

An obligatory photo of camp. Looks peaceful, doesn’t it. Shortly afterwards, a group of 35 teenage girls and their adult leaders showed up and camped next to us. Must say they were relatively quiet, polite, and only spent the night. The most noise was their scream as they jumped into the lake’s snow fed water. While the group size was too large, I appreciated the effort their leaders put into introducing them to backpacking and the beautiful area. They left their camp immaculate.

After the girls packed up and left, we had the camp and lake to ourselves for the day.

While the moon was only partial, at 8000 feet it was like someone was shining a flashlight on our tent at night.

Bone, who had joined us on the trip, insisted on having his photo taken before we headed back for Grouse Ridge.

Naturally, we took a selfie when we made it back to our truck— happy to be back but ever so glad we had gone. That’s it for now. Peggy and I are in Albuquerque, New Mexico for a week before we begin our journey back East. Next up…

A Backpack Trip through the Mokelumne Wilderness on the Pacific Crest Trail… Part II

June 16, 2025June 15, 2025 / Curt Mekemson / 21 Comments

“Look deep into nature, and then you will understand everything better” – Albert Einstein.

A view from the Pacific Crest Trail as it makes its way through the Mokelumne Wilderness.

I’m continuing my trip through the Mokelumne Wilderness today, a 30 mile hike along the Pacific Crest Trail between Carson Pass on Highway 88 to Ebbetts Pass on Highway 4 in the Sierra Nevada Mountain Range south of Lake Tahoe. I made the trip in 2018 as part of my 750 mile trip down the PCT to celebrate my 75th Birthday.

This post is part of the series Peggy and I are doing that stresses the great value and need to protect our national parks, monuments, wilderness areas and other public lands in light of efforts by the Trump Administration to reduce them in size and— in some cases, totally eliminate them— to open new areas for economic development and exploitation as part of his Make America Great Again plan.

There have been two instances of administrative and legislative actions since my last post that are particularly worrisome:

One: A decision by Trump’s Department of Justice this past week that the President has the right to abolish National Monuments on his whim without any public input or due process.

Two: A Senate Bill in support of Trump’s efforts was introduced by Republican Senator Mike Lee of Utah to require that not less than 50% or more than 75% of BLM and National Forest Service land be sold off. Lee’s claim is it will provide land for affordable housing. Really? Given that his support for accessible housing in the past has been to introduce legislation to eliminate or defund affordable housing programs, one can only wonder what his actual motivation is.

Now, back to our celebration of the beauty and value of our remaining wild areas with photos I took while backpacking through the Mokelumne Wilderness.

As in the first half of the journey, there were flowers to admire.

And one of my all time favorites, a monkey flower.

There was even a ‘dried’ floral arrangement.

The trail climbed up and over a ridge and then worked its way off into the distance across a seemingly barren landscape as smoke from forest fires continued to fill the air.

But small streams complete with flowers and cool water provided a welcome respite…

And the smoke could not hide the area’s beauty. In ways, it even enhanced it.

The trail soon provided other views. This rock formation was the result of an ancient volcanic mud flow.

A juniper tree stood beside the trail, adding its unique brand of beauty.

I remembered this juniper and its boulder from a previous trip 22 years ago. How could I forget?

Rocky crags soon dominated the views along the trail.

Looking south from my campsite above Pennsylvania Creek.

Hiking out of the Mokelumne Wilderness the next morning provided many classic northern Sierra Nevada scenes.

And in conclusion: More volcanic mud flow working its way down the mountain.

A close encounter between a bumble bee and a flower.

And a bit of humor to end the post. Two limb monsters going head to head. My money was on the guy with tusks.

Next up, in our continuing focus on the beauty of wilderness areas, I travel north of Mokelumne Wilderness to the Granite Chief and Desolation Wilderness areas west of Lake Tahoe. This is an evening reflection of Little Needle Peak in Little Needle Lake. I’ve camped there many times over the years.

If Nanny with her painted hooves and micro-mini skirt, and Billy in bellbottom pants, wearing wire rim glasses, and chewing grass…

December 24, 2024December 19, 2024 / Curt Mekemson / 29 Comments

Show up on your doorstep late Christmas Eve, they may have something important to say. You will have to listen carefully.

They are the Goats of Christmas Past.

Their message may be baaaa’d.

This is the Christmas Card I created for 2024 that Peggy and I have sent out to family and friends and are now sharing with our blogging family. Thanks so much for joining us in our adventures this previous year as we traveled from the Florida Everglades, to the Pacific Coast and National Parks of America, to the Danube River of Europe. We are looking forward to having you along in 2025. May you have a great holiday season and a peaceful and Happy New Year! Curt and Peggy

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