Current Location: Orange Grove RV Park, Bakersfield, California 46 F with a foggy overcast
We are parked this evening at Orange Grove, once again picking oranges to brighten winter days at home. I am watching the big rigs roll in, up to 4 and 6 at a time, and once again the park is completely full tonight. It is such an easy stop, after the long drive down the slopes of Tehachapi Pass. Level pull-through sites, full hookups, nice people to check you in, quick and easy, and yes, the oranges. It is always about the oranges.
Leaving the Coachella Valley today was bittersweet. It was perhaps the most blue sky day since we arrived, with temperatures predicted to be in the mid 60’s. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky when I slipped into the pool at 6am to swim through the sunrise lighting up a few small, low clouds in the east and turning the snows on Mt San Jacinto to the west a brilliant pink.
That sea of green are the tops of all the domestic palms planted in the landscape of Palm Springs
With a short goodbye to new friend Claudia, we were on the road a little after 9am, enjoying the gorgeous light. We decided again to take the slightly longer and a little bit slower route through Yucca Valley, north on Highway 247 to Barstow, before intersecting I-40 West. As we drove through the wide open desert, through what Mo called “A whole lotta nothing”, I basked in that whole lotta nothing. It is why we love the desert, and this last nostalgic drive north on 247 is a fitting leave-taking of Southern California.
We are timing the trip north to slip between storms, with good forecasts for the next two days as we travel home to Grants Pass. We also decided to try something different this time, and we will take the old route 99 toward Lodi instead of the wide and incredibly bumpy Interstate 5. I’ll let you know how that goes.
The title of this blog post is also the title of a great little book that I found at the Indian Canyons visitor center a few days ago when we hiked Palm Canyon. Wonders of the Coachella Valley, by James W. Cornett, is a lovely small guide to ten of the best natural places to visit in the area. After 7 annual visits to this area, we are still finding new places to explore. Finally, after our hike yesterday, we have been to all ten written about in this great book about some of the local natural history.
Taquitz Canyon is one more treasure, another beautiful canyon at the edge of Palm Springs. It is owned by the Aqua Caliente Band of the Cahuilla Indians, as are the Indian Canyons we visited previously. This canyon, however, has a separate visitor center and a separate entrance. The cost to hike the 2 mile trail is $12.50 per person and worth every penny. There are no senior discounts, but it is free to folks with a military ID, either active or retired.
The history of the canyon goes back at least 2,000 years, with evidence of humans occupying the area at that time, traveling to the Ancient Lake Cahuilla for fish, and building materials for their homes, and returning to the lands near the canyon for other plant and animal food sources. Included with the entrance fee is the opportunity to view the short film about the legend of Taquitz, and the reason that no Native Americans have chosen to live within the canyon itself.
More recent history of the canyon is interesting, with hippies living in caves during the 60’s, and vagrants and trespassers ignoring the no trespassing signs. Even though it belonged to the tribe, they didn’t have the resources to maintain the trails and keep out the vagrants. We read several newspaper articles displayed from the last few decades that document the problems in the canyon, and the eventual successful restoration of this magical place. The tribal people have cleaned it up, kept it clean and free of scary squatters, and allow us to walk the beautifully maintained trails to one of the loveliest waterfalls I have seen in this part of the world.
There are lots of stone steps leading up the canyon, and the small stone bridges crossing the active creek are works of art. I love a loop trail, and this one follows both sides of the creek to the falls, so there are options to go in either direction. I think we picked the best, staying toward the right as we left the visitor center. I don’t mind climbing up all the steps, with a knee that likes ups much more than downs, and I think there were fewer steps on the other side of the creek on our route downhill.
Even on a sunny Saturday around 11 there weren’t so many people on the trail that it was uncomfortable. It is a hike that can be completed by just about anyone willing to climb the steps and we saw families with kids, runners in bright shoes, and old people with walking sticks enjoying the trail.
The falls is enclosed in shadow, and judging from the high walls surrounding the cascade, I would imagine that the sun never shines in that alcove. The sound was beautiful, but even with only a few people on the trail, it felt as though it would be hogging the scene to hang around too long. Everyone wanted their photo right in front of the falls, and it was only fair to take turns.
With the dark shadows and dim light it was difficult to capture the beauty of the white bark of the huge old sycamores that thrive in the moist soils of the canyon floor and at the base of the falls. With the brilliant yellow brittlebush that covers the hillsides not yet blooming, our only spot of color was Justica californica, Chuparosa, with a salvia type flower that was brilliant red. Chuparosa is a colloquial Spanish word for hummingbird bush, and I did see a hummingbird hanging around in the lower part of the canyon.
Our hike was a perfect finale to the 11 days we spent in the Coachella Valley, finally visiting a beautiful place that no one should miss when traveling to this area. We now have seen all ten places listed in the book, and yet there are many more trails to explore within each of those sites.
I know we will come back. Whether for a day or a few, this valley is on our way to whatever desert we chose to explore. No matter the shifts and changes at Catalina Spa, I am reasonably certain we will park there again as well. Who knows what we will find the next time we come. I still miss the “lower” pool, and the bigger one in the upper park is a substitute. But it worked, I still was able to swim in the middle of the night or at sunrise, and had the pool to myself. That is still the best part of Catalina Spa for me.
For Mattie, I think the dog park is fun, but the best part for her is the open desert to the north of the park, filled with debris from park cleanups, but also filled with rabbit smells and open space where she can run off leash a bit. Mo and I like walking out there as well, watching whatever lightshow appears for us on the distant mountains.
I do feel incredibly lucky to have the chance to escape to the deserts, no matter how long or how short the trip may be. There was a time, as my daughter reminded me on the phone today, when February would put me in a dark place. I don’t take for granted the shifts in my life that allow me the freedom to roam, to wander, to swim at dawn or hike on a weekday, or sit in a fabulous movie theater on a rainy afternoon. Retirement really is incredible.