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A portal view of a portion of Lake Powell below 10,388-foot Navajo Mountain.

California Part III

And, the travelogue continues...
The day before our flight home, we traveled from Bakersfield, California, south to Los Angeles International Airport (LAX). After returning our car, we enjoyed a very nice room at LAX, and I was able to watch jets, many quite large and from around the globe, land and take-off. Several "oldish" McDonnell Douglas DC-10s were hanging out at Fed Ex.



On the morning of our departure, we made it through security fairly quick. Now all we had to do was kill several hours, which for me, when surrounded by airplanes, is easy. Watching the ground crews is fun too. Below a honey dipper is at work.




I'm not sure if this Canadian Jet is an Airbus or Boeing airliner. If you're me, that's important info.



Here is our ride. Our Frontier Airline's tail mascot was Yukon the Caribou. If anyone's interested, our jet was an Airbus A320 — important stuff! Grin!






Marina Del Rey appeared seconds after takeoff. We flew out over the Pacific a bit before heading northeast.






Now heading northeast, the Long Beach area may be seen while looking overland toward the southeast.




Hi ho, hi ho, across the Mojave Desert we go!



Lake Mojave (actually a reservoir) looks rather inviting. Lake Mojave is formed by the Colorado River and the Davis Dam. It rests between Lake Mead to the north (another reservoir) and Lake Havasu to the south (yet another reservoir). Lake Mojave makes-up a portion of the state line between Arizona and Nevada. The reservoir encompasses an area of 41 square miles.



A portion of Lake Mead also was seen below us. Passengers on the left side would have seen Lake Mead (a reservoir) and the Las Vegas area; possibly the Hoover Dam as well. Lake Mead covers 247 square miles. Yes, I'm picky about the nomenclature labeling lakes (natural) and reservoirs (man-made).




Not the best photo, but therein lies the Grand Canyon of the Colorado River.



Welcome to the land of sandstone, slot canyons and dry desert heat. Below is an aerial view of Page Arizona and the Glen Canyon Dam. Lake Powell (a reservoir) is formed by this dam. Marble Canyon begins at the dam and runs south with the Colorado River, eventually becoming the Grand Canyon. Several miles below the dam is where Grand Canyon river rafters put-in. Moreover, the slot canyons of the wild and woolly Paria River intercept the Colorado River here at Lee's Ferry. I've waded out into the river at Lee's Ferry, and the water is quite chilled because it normally exits at the dam's base. In short, your wet extremities shrivel, while your upper extremities bake in 100-degree heat. The canyonlands of the Four Corners region is an interesting area that's very isolated and sports a very unique history.





No matter what your views are on Lake Powell, it's an incredible place to visit and play. On the other hand, I believe that John Wesley Powell would turn over in his grave if he knew a reservoir, in the middle of the desert he explored, held his name. In short, he didn't agree with irrigating the arid (desert) southwest.

Lake Powell encompasses 524 square miles. It is the second largest reservoir by water volume when full. Lake Mead has the largest volume capacity, but is seldom full due to demands. Just above the dam is Wahweap Bay. The two bays shown below become one during higher flows. The approximate center of the photo is Wahweap Marina.


Did you know we about lost Glen Canyon Dam in 1983? We did! It would make for an interesting blog post. I have some photos somewhere. But for now, the following link summarizes that potential disaster. Part of the selling point on these large dams is flood control. However, if you have a full reservoir, more water on the way and can't open the spillways because they're eroding away the integrity of the dam — you have an exciting predicament!

The confluence of the Colorado and San Juan Rivers was easy to spot.




Sediment-laden spring runoff of the San Juan River reaches the slack water of Lake Powell.



The Lake Powell area is nothing short of an oasis in the desert. Prior to 1963, before the floodgates were shut and it began its transformation into a reservoir, it was a mystical land of hidden sandstone passages; home to numerous slot canyons fingering out into the sandstone for miles. It was a riparian oasis of shade, springs and fern-covered grottos. I would love to have seen the area pre-reservoir. I didn't start going to Powell until the late-1960s, at which point I was just a boy.

If interested in this region pre-reservoir, you may like the following books:

Chavez, Fray Angelico (Translator), Ted J. Warner (Editor). 1995. The Domínguez - Escalante Journal: Their Expedition Through Colorado, Utah, Arizona And New Mexico In 1776. University of Utah Press. 153 pp.

Inskip, Eleanor. 1995. The Colorado River Through Glen Canyon Before Lake Powell. Inskip Ink. Moab. 95 pp.

Kelsey, Michael. 2004 (4th Edition). Hiking And Exploring The Paria River. Kelsey Publishing. Provo. 288 pp.

Porter, Eliot. 1963 (1st Edition). The Place That No One Knew: Glen Canyon On The Colorado. Sierra Club. 170 pp.

Powell, John Wesley. 1961. Exploration Of The Colorado River And Its Canyons. Dover Publications.

Reisner, Marc. 1993 (Revised Edition). Cadillac Desert: The American West And Its Disappearing Water. Penguin Books. 608 pp.

That's it for now. I'll have one more post of this trip shortly.

Adios

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Coastal Dreamin'...
As you've probably noticed, I cherish my time high in the oxygen-scarce environment of Colorado's highest peaks. I like also to disappear into the magical mystique of a parched desert sandstone canyon in the remote Four Corners region. And, I very much look forward to an occasional visit to the salt-laden air of a wind-blown coast. I feel like a grizzled old salty sea captain by the end of the day.

Recently, I got in some coastal time. Snowcatcher and I attended a family wedding in southern California. Because I feel a wedding is personal, there are no wedding pics forthcoming in any of my blog posts. No, not even of the bride's dress — which was stunning I might add! On the other hand, pics pertaining to the non-wedding aspects of the trip were one too many and difficult from which to select. The flight route from Denver to Los Angeles is over some of the finest southwest desert America has to offer. Viewing geologic and fluvial erosion from altitude is outstanding, clouds permitting. Disappointingly, I often get mixed results shooting through two panes of glass at 30,000 feet. Nonetheless, here you go — enjoy!

We had an early morning flight. Not knowing what to expect at this time of day, we arrived early and cruised through security unimpeded. I actually thought there would be more business flyers this time of day. Around 4:15 a.m., I took a picture of "Peachy the Fox," our upcoming ride for the morning. Peachy is a new Airbus A320.




Morning temperatures were cold, and the airplane had grown some ice on its wings. A quick deicing bath was in order before flying.






The mile high city was coming to life.




I can see my house, can you? The tall peak in the background is 14,110 foot Pikes Peak, state rank #30.




We played tag with the clouds while flying over South Park, Colorado.




The eastern side of the Mosquito Range was catching sun while the west side was socked-in with clouds.




Morning light hits Colorado's San Juan Mountains. The La Plata Mountains, a San Juan subset, rise in the far upper right.



It's fun to catch a bird's-eye view of peaks I've ascended. The below photo is the Wilson Group of the San Juan Mountains, with three fourteeners I've summited. Left to right (and forming a perimeter) are Wilson Peak (14,017 ft, state rank #48), Gladstone Peak (13,913 ft, rank #67), Mount Wilson (14,246 ft, rank #16) and El Diente (14,159 ft). El Diente is Spanish for elk tooth. El Diente does not get an official rank because the drop in the saddle between it and Mount Wilson is not 300 feet or greater. The verdict will always be out. However, due to the difficulty of the climb, I consider it a separate 14er. The ridge joining Mount Wilson with El Diente is considered one of the state's four most challenging 14er traverses.



Flying over the canyon country of southeast Utah is about as good as it gets. Below is Comb Ridge. It's primarily a north-to-south trending monocline. It's 80 miles long and runs from Blanding, Utah, to Kayenta, Arizona. In 1976 it was designated a National Natural Landmark. This view conjured up memories for me because I was flying over a region where I did lots of research and field work in during 1987 and 1988.




The upper center of the photo is Monument Valley and Kayenta, Arizona. Comb Ridge may be seen wrapping around the back side of Monument Valley.




Welcome to Los Angeles, California!




There's more on the way. Thanks for reading.

Adios

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Oregon

Oregon has numerous beautiful landscapes. There are mountains, an ocean, rivers, a desert and lots of forest land. While attending graduate school at Oregon State University, I had the opportunity to summit Oregon's highest peak, Mount Hood, twice. I also had a failed attempt on Oregon's second highest, Mount Jefferson. Top to bottom in the above photo: Mount Adams (residing in the state of Washington), Mount Hood, Mount Jefferson and Three Fingered Jack.

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Snowcatcher and I are off to Oregon to attend my nephews wedding. It's a cold Friday afternoon at Denver International, and we're happy to be in the concourse. All in all things went well. We didn't wait too long to clear security, although my hat got stuck after passing through the x-ray, and I got in trouble for being on the wrong side of the conveyor to retrieve it. After check-in, we ate some food and took a stroll to our gate. We settled in for an hour or so of airplane and people watching.


Soon our ride taxied up to the gate. It's an Airbus 319. In short, it's a flying aluminum culvert with two engines hanging on the wings.


The tail section of each Frontier airliner sports a picture of some type of wildlife. We were storks today.


After leaving the gate, we rolled-up next to another Frontier jet. Then we had a drag race to the runway taxi lane. We won!


A Southwest airliner, and a Frontier airliner, line up behind us for take-off.


Our flight flew over the suburban sprawl of Westminster, Broomfield and Boulder.


A popular climbing area, the Boulder Flatirons caught late afternoon sun directly below us.


Longs Peak is Colorado's 15th tallest mountain at 14,255 feet. The peak is hiding under clouds and most likely creating its own weather (center top).


The weather deteriorated as we flew over Colorado's front range...


...however, we popped into the wide blue yonder fairly quickly


As we flew across eastern Oregon, heavier, rain-laden clouds floated below us.


As the airplane descended for landing, it pierced several cloud layers.


Just as we broke out of the clouds, the pilot hit the throttle, propelling us back up through the clouds for another go-around. It was kind of exciting. The cabin became quite silent.


Banking left for another final approach.


We dropped out of the clouds again and landed according to plan.


After a little air brake action, we taxied right up to the gate of Oregon's Eugene Airport.

More Oregon to come.

Adios