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    • Mutants from the Deep… 11 Years of Burning Man

      Posted at 5:00 am by Curt Mekemson
      Mar 14th
      Octopus mutant vehicle at Burning Man.
      I doubt that there has ever been a mutant vehicle at Burning Man more known and loved than El Pulpo Mechanico, the steam punk octopus. El pulpo was born in a junk yard in Eureka, California.

      As noted in my last post, I’ve been sorting through and categorizing my Burning Man photos from the 11 years I have attended the event: 2004-5-6-7-9-10-12-13-14-15 and 17. I’ve created 15 categories and will do posts on several of my favorites from each category over the next several weeks.

      Burning Man’s home, the Black Rock Desert, wasn’t always a desert. 15,000 years ago it was part of the huge, 500 foot deep Lake Lahontan. Given this, it isn’t surprising that many mutant vehicles take on an appearance of having once swum in its murky waters, or boated across them. Creatures range from an octopus to a hermit crab; Boats from a sailing ship to a yacht. Today’s post features some of the more fishy things about Burning Man.

      Brown fish mutant vehicle at Burning Man.
      Big teeth seem to be a requirement of the fish that swim across the Playa on wheels. This one resembles an angler fish that dangles what appears to be a tasty morsel right in front of its mouth.
      Mutant vehicle fish at Burning Man with large teeth.
      This one has great chompers. Is that blood on its teeth? (Photo by Tom Lovering.)
      Another perspective of the fish showing its scales. (Photo by Tom Lovering.)
      Large angler fish mutant vehicle at Burning Man.
      Another angler fish. This one seems to know what Burners want, a disco ball, and appears to have been successful at attracting dinner. Is a little pole dancing in order?
      A fish eating fish mutant vehicle at Burning Man.
      No people on the menu? How about another fish? The tongue seems to promise an interesting ride.
      Shark mutant vehicle at Burning Man.
      Not surprisingly, a shark was roaming the Playa at night. Should we break out in a Jimmy Buffet song?
      Crocodile mutant vehicle at Burning Man.
      More like a crocodile. But it has the large teeth.
      Big city people will be familiar with articulated busses. This is a Burning Man equivalent: an articulated fish.
      Pin eyed mutant vehicle at Burning Man.
      Small teeth, perhaps, but a fancy pink eye.
      A guppy mutant vehicle at Burning Man.
      A guppy, perhaps?
      Squid mutant vehicle at Burning Man.
      I decided that this might be a streamlined squid, but I could be wrong. Land speed records, BTW, have been set on the Black Rock Desert.
      Narwhal mutant vehicle at Burning Man.
      Do you know what this is? It’s a narwhal.
      A closer look. A narwhal’s tusk is made of ivory. I like the eye.
      Here’s the long view.
      Hermit crab mutant vehicle at Burning Man.
      No question about this fellow. It’s a hermit crab.
      Sailing ship mutant vehicle at Burning Man.
      I never expected to find a full scale sailing ship at Burning Man.
      The yacht Christina mutant vehicle at Burning Man.
      Or a yacht. This is the Christina.
      River boat mutant vehicle at Burning Man.
      How about a river boat plus mermaid? (Photo by Tom Lovering.)
      Another sailing ship of yore. Nevada Burners created this ship.
      Reed boat mutant vehicle at Burning Man.
      Ready to float down the Nile, perhaps.
      I’ll finish this post off with a couple more photos of El Pulpo.
      At night.

      NEXT POST: Peggy provides her perspective on our hike down the Pacific Crest Trail last summer.

      Posted in Burning Man, On the Road US | Tagged Boat mutant vehicles at Burning Man, El Pulpo at Burning Man, Fish mutant vehicles at Burning Man, mutant vehicles of Burning Man, photography, travel blog
    • A Steampunk Horse and other Small Mutant Animals… 11 Years of Burning Man

      Posted at 5:00 am by Curt Mekemson
      Mar 12th
      Steampunk horse at Burning Man.
      Steampunk, the fantasy world where life and machines meld together, is fairly common at Burning Man for costumes, art, and mutant vehicles. This horse is one of the best examples.

      As noted in my last post, I’ve been sorting through and categorizing my Burning Man photos from the 11 years I have attended the event: 2004-5-6-7-9-10-12-13-14-15 and 17. I’ve created 15 categories and will do posts on several of my favorites from each category over the next several weeks.

      In my last Burning Man post, I introduced some of the larger animal mutant vehicles that roam the Playa at Burning Man. Today is the turn of the smaller mutant animals, like the horse above. Check out the head and the expression in its face. If my innards looked like the horse’s, I’d be a little wild-eyed too. Usually if you see gears used like this, you can assume that you’ve entered the world of steampunk.

      Pink pony mutant vehicle at Burning Man.
      It would be really hard to find a horse more opposite from the steampunk horse!

      There aren’t a lot of insects normally found on the floor of the Black Rock Desert. In addition to being hot and dry, there aren’t any plants. When Burning Man comes to town, so to speak, things change.

      Praying Mantis mutant vehicle at Burning Man.
      One of the most impressive bugs to ever visit the Playa was this praying mantis.
      Being buggy means being buggy eyed…
      Buggy eyed mutant vehicle at Burning Man.
      And it doesn’t get much more buggy eyed than this.
      Beetle mutant vehicle at Burning Man with shell.
      Any decent beetle needs a shell…
      Bug mutant vehicle at Burning Man with a shell.
      Right?
      Dung beetle mutant vehicle at Burning Man.
      Now here’s a sweetie, a dung beetle. It rolls up a large dollop of poop and drags it along behind. I think it is supposed to be the home for its new children.

      Burning Man has its share of fur bearing mammals that slip into the mutant vehicle category.

      Cat car mutant vehicle at Burning Man.
      The cat car is a favorite standby that makes it back to Burning Man year after year.
      The kitty from the rear. I confess to finding the tail pipe rather amusing!
      Green cat mutant vehicle at Burning Man.
      A cool cat of a different color!
      Furry rabbit mutant vehicle at Burning Man.
      Rabbits range from this friendly, furry fellow you’d probably allow up on your bed if he weren’t so big.
      Buck teeth rabbit mutant vehicle at Burning Man.
      To this guy you wouldn’t let in your house…
      To this one. You would probably get a rabies shot if you encountered it.
      Dog mutant vehicle at Burning Man.
      Dogs are few and far between. And this one may be a cat. Anyway, one way or the other, I have probably insulted the dog or cat kingdom.
      Tutu wearing dog mutant vehicle at Burning Man.
      This robot looking dog is wearing a pink tutu, which is what I expect to see at Burning Man.
      Normally, one avoids polar bears. But a polar bear carrying a rose? (Photo by my friend Tom Lovering.)
      Small dragon mutant vehicle at Burning Man.
      A small, Chinese dragon? Or is it a duck?
      Duck mutant vehicle at Burning Man.
      Now this is a duck! I think. It shoots fire out of its head at night.
      Chicken pox mutant vehicle at Burning Man.
      Everyone recognizes chicken pox. Especially if it is labeled.
      Turtle mutant vehicle at Burning Man.
      I’m guessing that this mutant vehicle moves across the Playa slowly. (Photo by Don Green.)
      I’ll wrap up today’s post with the king of beasts hitching a ride on a what… a whiskered slug? Do you have a clue?

      NEXT POST: These mutant vehicles came out of the deep. There is something fishy about Burning man…

      Posted in Burning Man, On the Road US | Tagged Burning Man, humor, photography, Small mutant vehicles of Burning Man, steampunk at Burning Man, travel blog, writying
    • Fire on the Trail… Hiking down the PCT

      Posted at 8:51 am by Curt Mekemson
      Mar 9th
      Cow along the PCT in the Carson Iceberg Wilderness
      I stopped for a discussion with a cow about trail conditions in the Carson-Iceberg Wilderness.

      I was late, like the white rabbit, for a very important date. Peggy was waiting for me at Sonora Pass and I had miscalculated the distance and difficulty of the trail. The night before I had found this lovely little campsite on the edge of a creek that I couldn’t resist. Later, as large ashes began falling on my tent, I began to question the wisdom of my decision. The 97,000 acre Ferguson fire near Yosemite and the 229,000 acre Carr fire near Redding that had been filling the skies with lung-choking smoke for the past month were now contained. Another fire was lurking out there— close by somewhere — and it was suggesting that I get on down the trail.

      My goal, I decided, would to be get up at four and on the trail by five. But sleep had been as elusive as my knowledge about the fire. My eyes had popped open around 6:30. There would be no early start. The good news was that the smoke had partially cleared. All that remained of my previous night’s threat was a thin layer of ash. By 8:00 I was fed, watered, packed and raring to go. I figured the 1000-foot, three-mile drop into the East Fork of the Carson River would fly by. I figured wrong. The last part of the trail was steep and narrow over loose rock. It was not the type of trail that one flies over, at least not at 75 . I was ever so glad that I hadn’t tackled it the evening before when I was tired. 

      It was with relief that I began hoofing up the Carson River. While I had a 2500 foot climb ahead of me up to 10,000 feet, the first part of the trail was relatively gentle. I was making good time when a small root hiding out in the shade caught the toe of my boot and I went crashing down. This wasn’t one of those stumbles where you catch yourself, or at least slow your fall. It was a nose crunching, glass breaking fall. Thankfully, I bounce well. Lying there face down in the dirt, I reached up and touched my nose. It was solid and not spurting blood, although my finger came away bloody. Even my glasses had survived without a scratch. I picked myself up, shook the shock out of my head, and babied the scratch on my nose. 

      Right about then a through-hiker came hurrying by, going in my direction, moving out. We said hi as he disappeared down the trail. A thought passed my mind. “Can I ask a favor,” I called out to his disappearing back. He stopped immediately and walked back. 

      “My wife Peggy is waiting for me at Sonora Pass, I explained, “and I am running a couple of hours behind time. I know she will be worried. Could you carry a message for me?” I figured he would be there by mid-afternoon. 

      “Sure,” had been his response. I provided the details and we introduced ourselves using our trail names. “I’m Bone from Portland,” he told me. I imagined a small squeak in my pack and yanked Sierra Bone out. I made the introductions. “Bone meet Bone,” I said. Naturally there had to be a photo of Bone with Bone.

      2018 PCT through-hiker Bone.
      Bone and Bone.

      Relieved that Peggy would get the word that I was alive and well, I continued my journey and started the slow, steep climb out of the river canyon. I spotted a couple near the top who were off the trail eating a snack. One called out, “You must be Wanderer,” she said. “Your wife is worried about you.”  Of course. Turns out Camilla and Bastien were from Leon, France and Peggy had met them while they were waiting for resupply at Sonora Pass. She had fed them scones loaded down with peanut butter. Peggy, Camilla explained, was concerned because the parking lot closed at five and she would have to move. Bastien chipped in that he didn’t think I would get there in time.

      French through hikers, Camilla and Bastien, at Sonora Pas in 2028.
      Photo of a happy Camilla and Bastien after eating peanut butter with a scone attached. (Photo by Peggy Mekemson.)

      I wasn’t concerned. I had two hours and it was only four miles. Still, I moved out and made it in a little over an hour. Bone was waiting with Peggy when I arrived. She had offered our van to charge his phone. He was enjoying a beer. While Peggy got me one, Bone and I discussed the wind we had encountered up on the mountainside. He had put his pack down and barely caught it as the wind had pushed it down the narrow trail toward the edge. My pack was fine but the wind had almost sent me tumbling off the cliff. We estimated that there were gusts between 50 and 60 miles per hour. I’d had to lean in toward the mountain to keep my balance.

      The wind was having another impact as well, pushing a fire up the mountain. As we watched, a small plume of smoke had grown to cover half of the sky. It was the Donnell fire that had dropped ashes on my camp the night before. It was frightening to think of being out on the trail facing a fire pushed by 60-mile an hour winds. An hour after we left, the Sonora Pass road was closed. The next day, the PCT was closed between Ebbetts Pass and Sonora Pass, the trail I had just hiked. 

      The following photos are taken along the Pacific Crest Trail between Ebbetts Pass and Sonora Pass traveling south.

      A smokey day along the PCT in the Carson Iceberg wilderness.
      PCT Association volunteers working on the trail in the Carson-Iceberg Wilderness.
      A trail crew of volunteers from the Pacific Crest Trail Association. Much of the PCT trail work is carried out by volunteers.
      Tree along the PCT in Carson Iceberg Wilderness with scars caused by barbed wire.
      This was an interesting tree trunk. The ridges were caused when the tree grew over attached barbed wire. We have a few like it on out property.
      Cattle in the Carson Iceberg Wilderness.
      Cattle are not uncommon along the PCT. I always stop to chat with them.
      Rhyolite boulders along Pacific Cres Trail in the Carson Iceberg Wilderness.
      I was surprised to find rhyolite boulders along the trail.
      The boulder had an interesting little cave. I wondered what lived there.
      Guess who volunteered?
      A patch of asters was growing nearby.
      Here’s the reason why Boulder Mountain is called Boulder Mountain. It was one heck of a scree slope.
      A tree perched on a granite rock caught my attention…
      And I took several photos.
      Hiking down into the East Fork of the Carson River provided this view.
      I filled my water bottles here at a small creek crossing the trail.
      This is a photo of the Eastern Fork of the Carson River. The water falls were indicative of the fact that the trail had started to climb.
      When I stopped to photograph the river, I also caught these roots.
      And this knot with a personality.
      PCT trail work in the Carson Iceberg Wilderness.
      Climbing higher I came across some extensive trail work. I have nothing but admiration for the crews that placed these heavy rocks.
      A view of the trail after I left Camilla and Bastien.
      Looking down toward the Sonora Pass where Peggy was waiting.. This is where Portland Bone and I had encountered the high winds.
      Another view.
      I’ll conclude today with this shot of smoke boiling up from the Donnell Fire. Had it been like this an hour earlier, I might have made that last 4 miles in 30 minutes instead of an hour! (grin)

      NEXT POST: You met the large mutant vehicle animals of Burning Man in my last post, now it is time to meet the small mutant vehicle animals.

      Posted in On the Road US, Outdoor Adventures | Tagged adventure travel, Backpacking on the PCT, Dodging fire on the PCT, Donnell Fire, PCT through Carson Iceberg Wilderness, photography, Sonora Pass, travel blog, writing
    • Gargantuan Animal Mutants… 11 Years of Burning Man

      Posted at 12:45 pm by Curt Mekemson
      Mar 6th
      Large sheep mutant vehicle at Burning Man.
      The massive beast wandered across the Playa at Burning Man, coming straight for me. I quickly got out of its way, but not before I snapped a photo. Wildlife photographers have to take chances! And there is lots of wild life at Burning Man.

      As noted in my last post, I’ve been sorting through and categorizing my Burning Man photos from the 11 years I have attended the event: 2004-5-6-7-9-10-12-13-14-15 and 17. I’ve created 15 categories and will do posts on several of my favorites from each category over the next several weeks.

      The bigger tribes (groups) at Burning Man often create large mutant vehicles to transport their members around. Many of these come in the form of large animals— like really big animals.

      Profile of large sheep mutant vehicle at Burning Man
      The gargantuan fellow I dodged looked even scarier from the side.
      I caught up with it at night a few days later at a burn and discovered it had laser eyes, which was even more disturbing. When I was processing photos for this post, however, I noted that the license plate on the front said Wool. The mutant was a sheep. It changed my whole perspective. Who worries about sheep! Going back to the top photo, I saw a friendly animal looking at me.

      And why worry about a sheep when there are rhinos and lions and hippos and angry unicorns about! Oh my! Following are my photos of the large mutant animals I have found wandering the Playa during the day and at night. Enjoy.

      Head shot of large mutant rhino vehicle at Burning Man.
      This rhino is one of my all time favorite mutant vehicles in the Black Rock Desert.
      Large rhino mutant vehicle crosses the Playa at Burning Man.
      Here it is out wandering across the Playa.
      Head of large mutant lion at Burning Man.
      Here we have the king of lions. Note the Burning Man symbol cut outs on its cheek. Burning Man is ok! I guess.
      Lion mutant vehicle at Burning Man.
      A look at the full lion. My friend, Tom Lovering provides perspective by relaxing on the lion’s tongue! Is he about to become fast food?
      Another favorite of mine: a mammoth. This fellow was on a potty break. Its passengers had all climbed off to use the port-a-potties.
      Rooster mutant vehicle at Burning Man.
      You could crow home about this fellow.
      Rooster mutant vehicle at night at Burning Man.
      Even more so at night.
      Warthog mutant vehicle at Burning Man.
      Your friendly, local neighborhood warthog.
      Sideview of warthog mutant vehicle at Burning Man.
      And a side view.
      Large mutant vehicle unicorn at Burning Man.
      Judging from this unicorn’s face, it had gotten up on the wrong side of the bed.
      Large mutant vehicle unicorn at night at Burning Man.
      It was still scowling at night.
      Elegant unicorn Mutant vehicle at Burning Man.
      A more elegant unicorn.
      Cheshire Cat mutant vehicle at Burning Man.
      The Cheshire Cat. Alice would be pleased. She would probably be enamored with Burning Man as well. I always feel like I am in Wonderland. And I am pretty sure that I have seen the Mad Hatter there.
      Large white cat mutant vehicle at Burning Man.
      And another cat. A very large white one. At least I think it’s a cat.
      Blue hippo mutant vehicle at Burning Man.
      Here’s another animal I am not 100% sure about, but I think it is a hippo.
      Hippo mutant vehicle aT Burning Man.
      Looking a bit more hippo-ish.
      Hippo mutant vehicle at Burning Man at night.
      There’s no question here. The hippo even came labeled: Hippo Love.
      Large canary mutant vehicle at Burning Man.
      One very large canary. I’ll bet it would be good at tweeting. Watch out Donald. You may have competition. (Peggy thinks it’s a rubber ducky.)
      Horsecars mutant vehicle at Burning Man.
      No cart before the horse here. The horse is part of the cart.
      Close up of mutant vehicle horsecart at Burning Man.
      The horsecart’s head.
      Large elephant mutant vehicle at Burning Man.
      A large elephant apparently having fun with a truck.
      Wild thing mutant vehicle at Burning Man.
      Burning Man is where the Wild Things are. Yum!
      An armadillo mutant vehicle at Burning Man.
      Folks from the South will recognize this Armadillo mutant vehicle.
      Cockeyed frog mutant vehicle at Burning Man.
      And I will conclude today’s post with another favorite of mine, a cockeyed frog. I think the tongue is made to shoot out flames. Apparently the frog likes to cook its bugs before it eats them!

      NEXT POST: A PCT post if I have the time to put it together. A post on smaller animal mutant vehicles if not. It’s ready to go.

      Posted in Burning Man, On the Road US | Tagged 11 years of Burning Man mutant vehicles, Burning Man, Large animal mutant vehicles at Burning Man, Mutant vehicles of Burning, photography, travel blog
    • Magnificent Mutant Dragons… 11 Years of Burning Man Art

      Posted at 2:59 pm by Curt Mekemson
      Mar 4th
      Burning Man green dragon mutant vehicle.
      A green dragon waits patiently while its passengers climb off to admire a 30 foot high sculpture on the Playa at Burning Man.

      I’ve been sorting through and categorizing my Burning Man photos, all 11 years’ worth including 2004-5-6-7-9-10-12-13-14-15 and 17. As you might imagine, there are several thousand pictures. I’ve created 15 categories and will do posts on several of my favorites from each category over the next few weeks. My plan is to use Mondays and Wednesdays for my Burning Man posts and Fridays for my Pacific Crest Trail posts. Expect a few other subjects on Fridays as Peggy and I wander.

      I debated with myself over how to kick the series off. Frankly, starting anywhere works when focusing in on the creativity of this annual event in the remote Nevada desert. Art is everywhere. Appreciating and enjoying it is the primary reason I have returned to Black Rock City again and again. Of course, people go to the event for many other reasons as well, such as dancing and drinking to the rolling thunder of heavy metal into the wee hours of the morning. They also go to see and be seen, to dress up in elaborate costumes, to attend lectures, to escape from their everyday worlds, and to participate in and contribute to Burning Man’s unique culture. The latter is central to the event. I consider photographing the art and sharing it with you as part of my contribution.

      One of the most creative endeavors at Burning Man is the building of mutant vehicles, which is undertaken by both individuals and groups, or tribes as they are sometimes called out on the Playa. They are three ways to get around at Burning Man: to walk, to bike (which most do) or to travel in radically altered vehicles— i.e. mutants. Normal cars, vans, trucks, etc. must be parked. Mutant vehicles come in a variety of forms from bugs, to animals, to ships, to you name it. Today I am going to focus on dragons, most of whom breathe fire! Now, back to the green dragon featured at the top of the post.

      Burning Man green dragon mutant vehicle.
      The green dragon’s head and neck are operated by a series of pullies and springs.
      A close up. I’d say that this fellow is about to spring into action. Note the dirty snout. That’s where the dragon breaths out its fire.
      Burner uses cables to operate green mutant dragon at Burning Man.
      The Burner here is preparing to take the dragon across the Playa at Burning Man. The chains are used for operating the head and neck. Imagine yourself in the driver’s seat!
      Bikes loaded on a green dragon mutant vehicle at Burning Man.
      The dragon prepares to depart as a Burner climbs on board. The bikes provide passengers with an alternative form of transportation. Note how the tail has been lifted to provide a door.
      Silver dragon mutant vehicle at Burning Man.
      This dragon appears eager. On your mark, get set…
      Go! Wait, could that intrepid driver be the fearless Peggy?
      Golden dragon mutant vehicle at Burning Man.
      It took me a while to decided that this sharp-toothed golden creature was a dragon. But the tube in its mouth persuaded me that when the sun went down, she would be breathing fire!
      Large claws on golden dragon mutant vehicle at Burning Man.
      And check out those claws!
      Golden dragon mutant vehicle at Burning Man with baby dragon.
      One year the dragon ran around on the Playa by itself. The next year it had a baby. Given all the dragons found at Burning Man, it hardly seems surprising.
      Golden dragon mutant vehicle at Burning Man with eyes glowing.
      I caught an earlier version of the dragon with its eyes glowing at dusk. I’ve noted over the years that the same mutant vehicles may come back again and again, but they often morph.
      Smiling dragon mutant vehicle at Burning Man.
      Is this dragon smiling? I’d still be reluctant to get too near its mouth.
      Lest you get taken in by its teeth as well as its smile. I would suggest that the weapon up on its back speaks to ill-intentions.
      Car dragon mutant vehicle at Burning Man photographed by Tom Lovering.
      My friend and fellow Burner Tom Lovering caught this shot of a car dragon.
      Frog eating mutant vehicle dragon at Burning Man.
      Another low to the ground dragon. If you look carefully at its mouth, you can see that it is eating a frog. But maybe the frog is escaping.
      Dragon sculpture on the Playa at Burning Man.
      This dragon was personality plus, although it was more sculpture than mutant vehicle.
      Silver and red mutant vehicle dragon at Burning Man.
      And what about this beauty with its bright colors and proud wings… (Photo by Tom Lovering.)
      Head of silver and red dragon at Burning Man.
      A close up. That almost looks like a sword hanging down from its mouth. Maybe a dragon slaying knight met his untimely end.
      Heavy Metal mutant vehicle dragon at Burning Man.
      This impressive dragon was labeled Heavy Metal, which was probably the name of its tribe. I was sorry that I only got one photo of it.
      I’m convinced that this dragon is one of the scariest at Burning Man.
      Head shot of scary mutant vehicle dragon at Burning Man.
      Here’s another head shot.
      Very scary mutant vehicle dragon at Burning Man.
      A full shot of the dragon. I would not like to meet it at night! Check out the size of those hind legs.
      Mutant vehicle dragon at night in Burning Man.
      Speaking of night, mutant vehicles take on different personalities as the sun goes down behind the desert mountains.
      Mutant vehicle dragon with eyes glowing in the night at Burning Man.
      Whoa! Eyes that glow in the night. Mr. Blue Eyes in the photo above this guy appears positively friendly in comparison.
      Striking green head of mutant vehicle dragon at night at Burning Man.
      Striking green dragon head with interesting teeth.
      Red snouted mutant vehicle dragon at Burning Man.
      Dragon with red snout!
      Impressive blue-green dragon mutant vehicle at Burning Man.
      Not sure that this creature was a dragon, but it was impressive. Maybe it is a mutant cat or?
      Large dragon mutant vehicle at Burning Man.
      This night dragon wins the prize for size among the dragons of Burning Man. The driver is up on top.
      Mega dragon mutant vehicle on the Playa at Burning Man.
      A full view. People actually walk near the front and sides of these large mutant vehicles to guide them and make sure that they don’t run over anyone!
      Four eyed mutant vehicle dragon at Burning Man.
      A four eyed dragon, rather Asian in its look.
      Alligator mutant vehicle at Burning Man.
      And I will conclude with one of my favorites, which just might be a alligator. I found it hanging out near the New Orleans tribe’s camp. It either had green wings or was lurking under a palm tree, waiting for an unsuspecting victim.

      NEXT POST: From dragons to bugs, to cats, and hippos! More mutant vehicles.

      Posted in Burning Man, On the Road US | Tagged 11 years of Burning Man mutant vehicles, Burning Man mutant vehicle dragons, Burning Man Mutant Vehicles, photography, travel blog, writing
    • The Grand Canyon: Celebrating 100 Years

      Posted at 11:22 am by Curt Mekemson
      Feb 27th
      I have journeyed into the Grand Canyon several times over the years: on foot, by raft, and by helicopter. The first was by mule in the late 60s. That’s me, second from the top on Charlie. I was sore for a week afterwards. I was a pound over the weight limit, so Charlie kept trying to bite me, plus walk as close to the edge as he could!

      The Grand Canyon is truly one of the world’s great natural wonders. It’s celebrating its 100th Anniversary this year and I am quite pleased— and a little proud— that I have been returning there on a regular basis for 50 of those years. I’ve posted on my trips into the Canyon by foot and boat many times. Today, since I am still working on Burning Man photos and don’t have another Pacific Crest Trail post ready yet, I decided to reach back into my WordPress archives and put up some Grand Canyon photos. Happy 100th Grand Canyon!

      Sunsets in the Canyon are always spectacular, whether you are on the outside looking in or the inside looking out. This was from an 18 day rafting trip Peggy and I took down the Colorado River with a group of friends.
      Peggy and I are sitting above the Colorado River near an ancient Native American site.
      Sunset at Zoroaster Campsite on the Colorado River in the Grand Canyon. (Photo by Don Green.)
      You don’t have to hike or backpack, or raft, or fly, or ride grouchy mules to enjoy the beauty of the Canyon. You can drive up, and enjoy numerous pull-offs that give you incredible views.
      The mouth of Havasu Creek is a common stop for rafters in the Grand Canyon. Our rafts look small beside the large tour boat. Our trip was based on a lottery that I won for an 18-day private trip on the Colorado River through the Grand Canyon. Fortunately, I have friends with the expertise necessary to raft the Canyon.
      While a veteran crew of boatmen handled the more dangerous parts of our 18 day journey through the Grand Canyon, I was allowed near oars on some of the tamer sections.
      A morning view from out tent.. One of the fascinating things about the Grand Canyon is how it changes in the light.
      Numerous side trips away from the river provided opportunities to explore other parts of the Canyon.
      We were treated to views like this.
      Waterfalls along Deer Creek.
      This was a delightful waterfall, but I didn’t realize we were expected to jump off!
      Jamie Wilson demonstrates.
      This huge cavern is found along the river and is known as Redwall Cavern.
      Another river view.
      Looking up the Little Colorado River just above where it flows into the Colorado River. Note the water color and the mineral deposits.
      With Steve at the oars, Peggy and I enter the infamous Lava Falls on the Colorado River, a perfect ten… that’s 10 as in rapids don’t get any more serious. There was a point where we disappeared under the water. (Photo by Don Green)
      Bone, of course, went along on the raft trip and had his own life vest. Here, he decided that it was time for a photo op on the edge of a Sotar Raft.
      Here he enjoys a perch on top of a barrel cactus. Don’t try this at home, kids. Or anywhere else.
      Peggy stands next to Deer Creek Falls, a short walk from the Colorado River in the Grand Canyon.
      I’ll conclude with a final sunset view from one of our campsites.

      NEXT POST: Either on Burning Man or the Pacific Crest Trail. Depends on what I get done. (grin)

      Posted in National Parks, On the Road US, Outdoor Adventures | Tagged adventure travel, Celebrating the Grand Canyon's 100th Anniversary, photography, Rafting down the Colorado through the Grand Canyon, travel blog
    • Not Enough Snow to Crow About… But It’s Still Beautiful

      Posted at 5:00 am by Curt Mekemson
      Feb 25th
      We haven’t had much snow this winter, but there has been enough to ‘top-off’ the rooster.

      The climate here in Southern Oregon along the Upper Applegate River is worth crowing about, however. Mild winters are hemmed in by colorful falls and warm springs. The summer can get a tad warm at times, but they are mainly tolerable. Only the seemingly endless fires of August and September are a royal pain in the derrière. Pardon my French.

      What snow we do get is always an invitation to go for a walk. I like to see what animals have left their tracks for me to peruse and to admire the beauty of the freshly fallen snow. And, of course, my camera goes along. It insists. As a result, you are pretty much guaranteed to get my annual snow post. I feel obligated. (grin) So here it is!

      If the rooster seemed cold, imagine what the frog my brother bought for our bird bath turned deer watering hole was feeling. And believe me, the deer were not happy that their spring was frozen solid.
      I always start my snow walk by looking out from our patio at the distant mountains, if they aren’t socked in. Peggy and I hiked around the now white Red Buttes last summer as part of my journey down the PCT.
      Then I check out other views from the patio. This is looking down across the hidden Applegate River through our white oaks at Douglas firs across the way.
      Another view across the river canyon with the sun peaking through.
      Having satisfied myself that things are beautiful out front, I walk up our road to the Rogue River National Forest that forms the back boundary of our property.
      White oaks provided dramatic silhouettes from the road.
      And a snowy wonderland up close.
      We call this old fellow that lives in the National Forest the Lord of the Rings tree. We’re convinced that elves and hobbits find it a pleasant place to hang out.
      Different trees hold the snow in different ways. This is the Douglas fir ‘look.’
      And this is a ponderosa pine.
      A closer look at the ponderosa with its snow.
      Twisting and turning white oak branches covered in snow always provide a photo op.
      Group shot! The short guys are up front.
      And I will close today with this one featuring white oaks and a ponderosa pine.

      NEXT POST: I’ve been working hard at going through and categorizing and culling out my umpteen thousand Burning Man photos. Assuming I finish, it will be fun to go through and highlight some of the better ones. I’ve created 12 different categories!

      Posted in At Home in Oregon | Tagged photography, Snow along Oregon's Applegate River, Snow near Applegate Lake, Southern Oregon snow, travel blog
    • A Noble Lake along the PCT… Heading South from Ebbetts Pass

      Posted at 9:00 am by Curt Mekemson
      Feb 3rd
      An evening view of the Mokelumne Wilderness from Noble Lake on the PCT.

      I remembered Noble Lake from my 2003 trek when I backpacked 360 miles from Lake Tahoe to Mt. Whitney to celebrate my 60th birthday. For some reason, it didn’t seem as ‘noble’ this time. Maybe that’s because of all the other lakes I had passed on my hike down the PCT. But the views looking back toward the Mokelumne Wilderness were spectacular.

      An afternoon view of Noble Lake. The lake is located south of Ebbetts Pass.
      Another evening view of the Mokelumne Wilderness from Noble Lake. This is a situation where the smoke from the fires may have enhanced the photo.
      Looking up from the lake, I caught this mountain glowing in the evening sun.
      I was treated to more views of the Mokelumne Wilderness the next morning. It’s fun to think that I had been hiking through the area the previous day.
      As I watched, the sun continued to rise, bathing the peaks in a soft glow.
      I would have lingered, but Peggy expected me to be at Sonora Pass the next day, and I had miles to go. As I hiked up the early morning trail, I said goodbye to Noble Lake. Would I be back for my 80th birthday? (grin)
      Up toward the pass, I was greeted by an old elevation sign. I think it told me I was at 9,980 something feet.
      You know you are out West when you come to barbed wire fences. This provided a passage (sort of) that through-hikers could get through, but not cattle. The old shovel head spoke of earlier times.
      Looking through the wire, I could see my next destination, the Carson Iceberg Wilderness.
      I’ll conclude today’s post with this view. It suggested another smoky day. Within 48 hours, the trail would be closed due to fire.

      NEXT POSTS: Time’s limited since I am preparing for the San Francisco Writers’ Conference. I have one more post on this section of the PCT and then Peggy has two posts on her experiences as ‘trail angel.’ I think I will hold on these three posts until after the conference. In the meantime, I will put up some Burning Man eye candy since Peggy and I are hoping to go this year, assuming we can get tickets.

      Posted in Outdoor Adventures | Tagged adventure travel, Hiking the PCT, Mokelumne Wilderness, Nobel Lake on the PCT, Noble Lake near Ebbetts Pass, photography, travel blog
    • Across a National Scenic Byway and Down a National Scenic Trail… The PCT Near Ebbetts Pass.

      Posted at 5:39 pm by Curt Mekemson
      Jan 24th
      Another beautiful juniper along the PCT, this one just south of Ebbetts Pass. I was climbing up a very steep trail to Noble Lake. Check out the smoke. Excuse me while I go cough.

      I left you in the last post about my hike down the PCT with photos of spectacular rocks and impressive trees. I say goodbye to the Mokelumne Wilderness in this post, hike across Highway 4 at Ebbetts Pass, and continue my journey southward. Of course there will be more pretty trees, but roots, snags, flowers, a family from Taiwan and through-hikers are the main subject for photos today.

      Have any aches and pains? Some people swear by this plant, self-heal, as being good for what ails you. I came across a list claiming it is good for ulcers, wounds, sore throats, hemorrhoids, high blood pressure, burns, insect bites, herpes and cancer. Woohoo. You might want to check with your doctor first. (grin)
      You’ve already met this fellow, flea bane, with its obvious name.
      Orange and yellow lichen— where algae and fungi co-habitate in a symbiotic relationship.
      An inviting green trail through aspen.
      A snag and dead flowers combine in a floral arrangement.
      This fellow was fun. I’ve never seen a snag sitting down with its tail hanging out behind. I was worried it might follow me home. How would I explain that to Peggy?
      Twisted roots!
      Stump with personality.
      Bone decided to get into the act when I left the Mokelumne Wilderness.
      These two sisters, Denise and Deborah were only doing part of the trail. Since we were hiking in the same direction, we kept crossing paths, so to speak. They were both carrying tents and explained to me, “We grew up having to share a room. That was enough.” They wrote me later saying that their hike was interrupted by the Sonora Pass fire. Mine too.
      I caught up with Wayne Chiang and his family along with their friend, Bass Chong, at Ebbetts Pass. They were out for a day hike. Wayne is a legislator with the Republic of Taiwan and has long term hopes of becoming Mayor of Taipei. Bass works at Ebay.
      This smiling fellow was from Germany and, I am sorry to say, I’ve misplaced his trail name. He wanted to take a photo of me to show friends and family back home that people of all ages hike the PCT. I was just glad that he didn’t say something like, “Really old people hike the PCT!”
      A final juniper photo for today.

      NEXT POST: Adios, Puerto Vallarta… with a few spectacular sunsets.

      Posted in Outdoor Adventures | Tagged adventure travel, Ebbetts Pass, Mokelumne Wilderness, Older people hiking the PCT, photography, travel blog, Wayne Chiang
    • North to Oregon from Las Vegas

      Posted at 5:05 pm by Curt Mekemson
      Jan 22nd
      I have always liked the drive from Las Vegas north following Nevada’s Highway 95. One of many reasons is the great views it provides of the Sierra Nevada Mountains.

      Usually when Peggy and I visit Las Vegas, I do a complete post on the Strip. Not this time. We went downtown to the Venetian Hotel and discovered that it was the Chinese Year of the Pig. The pig shared a room with a Burning Man sculpture that Peggy and I had admired on one of our many trips to the event.

      Front of the pig.
      Back of the pig.
      Burning Man sculpture.

      Having done the Las Vegas thing, it was time to head home. We decided to travel on Nevada 95, which runs up the west side of the state from Las Vegas to Reno. Most people experience the trip as vacant desert to be driven through as fast as possible. We see it as filled with beauty and quirkiness. It is one of our favorite drives.

      Vacant desert, right? Unless you know what to look for. A town was built out here in the 50s. It was populated with fake houses and fake cars and fake people and fake pets and then blown up with a real atomic bomb. People drove out 65 miles from Las Vegas to watch the explosion as entertainment. The government promised it was safe. There was even a Miss Atomic Bomb. On a previous trip, Peggy and I had tried to drive out to take photos, A man in black driving a black SUV and wearing dark glasses stopped us and made us leave. Otherwise, we might still be in jail. Possibly you saw the Indiana Jones movie where Jones survived the “town’s explosion” by hiding out in a refrigerator…
      Miss Atomic Bomb 1957.
      Not interested in atomic bombs? How about cat houses? Or brothels as you might know them. There are several along lonely Route 95. Prostitution is legal in Nevada. You can tell this is a classy place by the Greek column, right? Peggy and I were amused when we drove by the Shady Lady to discover it had been turned into a bed and breakfast. You know what my thought was: Staying there might make an interesting post. Tempting… (grin)
      And then there is the Tonopah Station Hotel. It’s packed to the brim with quirkiness. Peggy and I always stay there. Meet James the bear.
      Where else can you roll the dice to get a free room? We have yet to succeed, however. Are the dice loaded? (A selfie of my hand.)
      Probably not/ Betty Boop oversees the roll. She is looking away, however. Hmmmm.
      A lamp post illuminates a British lion..
      How’s this for a welcome sign?
      Mona Lisa guards a stairwell!
      There is plenty of beauty along the way to augment the history and quirkiness.
      Including some superb views of the Sierra Nevada Mountains that I kicked this post off with.
      A more distant view.
      North of Reno on California 395 heading into Susanville, we picked up some weather including rain and high winds plus the sun breaking through and lighting everything up. I was driving and Peggy was in charge of photographs. She loves rainbows. I noticed afterwards that most of the photos contained one. (Photo by Peggy Mekemson.)
      Another rainbow… (Photo by Peggy Mekemson.)
      And another rainbow… (Photo by Peggy Mekemson.)
      And finally, a wet windshield rainbow. (Photo by Peggy Mekemson.)
      She did, at my urging, capture a shot of sagebrush being lit up by the sun. (Photo by Peggy Mekemson.)
      North of Susanville we caught up with the snow, which was mainly rain. The heavier snow had fallen the previous week. It is hard for me to believe that a few months ago I was backpacking down the PCT not far from this location through 100 degree F weather with very little water!

      NEXT POST: Speaking of the PCT, we will journey back to it in my next post.

      I’ve been wearing my Coast Guard sweatshirt over the past month honoring my son who is now going into another month without pay. This is a man who has risked his life for America both as a Marine helicopter pilot in Iraq and as a Coast Guard helicopter pilot saving lives and keeping dangerous drugs from entering America. Is this how we thank him and the thousands of other men and women who risk their lives daily to keep our shores safe? But there is more: Coast Guard members, FBI agents, and Homeland Security personnel are the backbone of protecting our nation within its borders. They are now effectively being limited in their jobs, seriously endangering America. It’s time to stop holding 800,000 American hostage. It’s time to end the government shutdown and let democracy work.

      Posted in On the Road US | Tagged Las Vegas to Reno on Highway 95, Nevada's Highway 95, photography, the Tonopah Station, travel blog
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