Monday, December 8, 2014

Farblonzhet in ...

Death Valley National Park...

The Yiddish word for lost. I wandered around (remember my blog's title) for over three hours searching for the route up Corkscrew Mountain. I journeyed up washes, gullies and canyons before Eureka! I found actual cairns leading towards the peak. By this time it was too late to continue upon this 9 mile RT hike.

There's only 9 hours and 45 minutes between sunrise and sunset here. A long blink and you can miss it. 
Like General MacArthur I shall return (maƱana) and shoot photos to prove it.

Tonight you will have to settle for Mosaic Canyon. In the fire service they told us to always have a Plan B in case Plan A's not working. Here's Plan B photos. 

Enjoy!

Sunday, December 7, 2014

Time to squelch...


the rumor that I have forsaken my traveling buddy for a pipsqueak roller skate of a car.
Not so. Here is Barley posing for a Ford commercial. 

Is there anyone in the Motor City noticing? Barley has star qualities written all over him. 

Looking Good! Barley!


OY! It's so humid...


in Death Valley National Park. 
Within the past week, California finally received some much needed moisture. During the precipitation event, Death Valley scored six-tenth of an inch of rain. For a region that averages less than 2 inches/year, this was a virtual Noah's Ark Deluge. 

There's standing water, mud and morning dew. While hiking the spongy air feels more Florida than Furnace Creek. Go figure!

I think this waterfall is contributing to the wet feeling too. 

Direct from Furnace Creek, California it's Sunday Night Live!



Saturday, December 6, 2014

There's Heaps...


Of human history in Death Valley National Park. One would figure the name alone would cause most folks to turn tail and run. Not so.

The Timbisha Shoshone Indians didn't name it Death Valley, for them it was home. They figured out ways to survive and thrive in this unique and harsh land. All this without air conditioned movie houses. Now that's tough. 
They moved up and down between the valley and mountains with the seasons. They were altitudinal "Snowbirds." 

Next came the miners, tourist promotors, borax harvesters, con men and a host of other get rich quick schemers. They left behind a legacy of cool stories, abandoned mines and ghost towns to prove their very existence. 
Death Valley National Park rocks on so many levels.

Good night from the almost lowest point in North America,
Jeff
      



Friday, December 5, 2014

Don't let the name...


scare you off.

Death Valley is a wild, cerebral, silent (when the wind's not howling) National Park. I think it's one of America's finest. It's also the largest national park in the lower 48, so fill that gas tank up before you descend below sea level. 

It's a weird weather marvel too.

There's years when not even a spits worth of moisture falls here. 

And talk about heat! OY! It gets Hades Hot! The highest recorded ground temperature was 201 degrees at appropriately named Furnace Creek. On that day the air temperature was a balmy 128. Don't go barefoot here. 

I'm going to chill at Furnace Creek for about a week.
There's Christmas lights at the resort, but no shopping mall Santa's. 
Sorry No Ho Ho Ho.

Good night from 192 feet below sea level,
Jeff




Wednesday, December 3, 2014

I'm Downsizing...


After all who needs all that space and stuff in Barley the Van? It's practically a Super Walmart minus the "Greeters" and electric shopping carts in the aisles.

Meet Sparky! 

I know, it's a bit snug for sleeping. I had to sell my baby Grand Piano too. You know the one in Barley's parlor beneath the chandelier, next to the fireplace. 
But the gas mileage rocks! I topped it off with an eyedropper of petrol after a week of moseying.

Nah! Sparky is just a temporary downsize. I still have the Big Guy waiting for me in Phoenix. 
We'll be en route to Death Valley National Park. Far, far away from America's shopping malls and department store Santa's. 

Anyone care to join me? There's only one thing more spectacular than a sunrise in Death Valley. That's a sunset in Death Valley. 

So long for now from the Sunshine State.


Tuesday, December 2, 2014

Best Tasting...


Roseate Spoonbill and Florida Softshell Turtle I ever ate!
The pink one and the Glossy Ibis both fit nicely into the turkey fryer. There was room enough for the turtle too.

No. I didn't go "Survivor" on you. These wetland inhabitants are having enough trouble keeping their heads above water without me ingesting them. 

The Roseate Spoonbill (along with other wading birds) were nearly hunted to extinction for their feathers. Their plumage was used to decorate women's hats in the early 1900's. Fortunately, this fashion statement went extinct before the birds did. 

The turtle is still being pursued for its meat. They are considered a gourmet meal in Asia and parts of the US. They are carnivorous too. Don't put your finger near them, it might go missing. Same applies to skinny dipping males concerning the fifth appendage. 

They are all suffering from loss of habitat and pollution. Poor guys.

And speaking of Holiday Gift Giving, a squeaky clean new copy of "Destroying Demons On the Diagonal" makes a great stocking stuffer (even in Kindle form) for that armchair wanderer you know and adore.
Find it here on Amazon:

http://www.amazon.com/dp/1466482443/?tag=googhydr-20&hvadid=34211540507&hvpos=1t1&hvexid=&hvnetw=g&hvrand=18373047671724108632&hvpone=&hvptwo=&hvqmt=b&hvdev=t&ref=pd_sl_1nb522vu14_b

Think of it as buying me one gallon of gas for Barley.

Be well and don't give up your plumage. 


Sunday, November 30, 2014

Saturday, November 29, 2014

Global Warming...


It's real! 
I saw these critters on the banks of the Mighty Poudre River in Fort Collins, Colorado. 

Nah. Just joshing you. 

All these odd and beautiful creatures were observed in a Florida nature preserve.

The Great Blue Heron (not to be mixed up for the Great White Heron of South Florida) stands tall at four feet. It weighs in at a lean mean 4-5 pounds. Please don't get any ideas of replacing your 2015 Thanksgiving turkey with this dude. They croak when they talk, not even a gobble, gobble, gobble.

You will see Great Blue Herons in Colorado. They probably grow more down feathers to stay warm through the long winters. As a species, they are tough and adaptable. (Like humans). 

Hope no one had any horror stories about Black Friday shopping out there. 
Be safe!



Wednesday, November 26, 2014

We Give Thanks...


to Abraham Lincoln for declaring Thanksgiving a National Holiday in 1863. 

We give thanks to the Detroit Lions and Dallas Cowboys for providing entertainment while we overeat and over-imbibe the last Thursday of November.

We give thanks to the lowly turkey (our almost National Bird) for making the ultimate sacrifice in providing sustenance and sandwiches while we watch NFL games today. 

Lastly, I give thanks to my bestest family for a great Butterball Turkey dinner with all the fixings on this special day. It's so hard to bake a bird on a Colemen stove in Barley the Van. 

Enjoy the Holiday,
Jeff

PS: Please don't get stampeded at a Best Buy on Black Friday.


Meet Max Sambur...


The first (and only) Made in America male of the Third Generation Sambur variety.

Here lies the future of the baton passing of this unique last name. (You won't find a Sambur in the greater Bismarck, North Dakota phone book.)

Hey Max! No Pressure!

He's a great young man and darn cute too. 
What a guy!

Happy Pre-Thanksgiving from Palm Beach, Florida. 

PS. I suppose I could have helped the Sambur name cause, but I forgot to get married and create sons.


Friday, November 21, 2014

Becoming an Antarctica Explorer...


Is now officially off of my Bucket List.
After 38 years of venturing up, down and sideways in the Grand Canyon, this was my most frigid journey there yet. I was freaking cold! Don't believe it when an REI Lumina sleeping bag is guaranteed to keep your toes snuggly cozy at 25 degrees. It LIES! 

So anyplace remotely close to the point of liquid water turning solid is off of the Sambur Bucket List. 

Despite the abnormal Minnesota temperatures, the Grand Canyon still rocks figuratively and realistically. 

I can't think of too many places I'd rather be turning 60 than the Great Defile. Then again, I never turned 60 before either.

Be well and explore,
Jeff


Saturday, November 15, 2014

"Don't look back...

Something might be gaining on you."
Satchel Paige

It took me 60 years to come to this moment?
So how do I spend my birthday?

Looking down into the Grand Canyon. 
It's older than I am and more photogenic too.
I might smile more often though. 
I start a 5 night backpack trip on Sunday with Cat Pumford (Mark granted her a kitchen pass to hang with me). 
I'm hoping on my climb out from Phantom Ranch, I won't be saying "I think I can! I think I can!"

Be well and don't look behind you.

Cheers from above the Rim, 

Jeff

PS: Thanks to all for those birthday wishes.

Thursday, November 13, 2014

If you ask...



real nice, I'll tell you where I found these gems.

Remember, you can look, take photos but don't touch. And you can't tell the ghost of Dick Nixon (the tagger) where they are either.

The two Triangle Dudes were 20' above me.  The artists must have been amazing rock climbers or used archaic scaffolding. Michelangelo performed his artwork on his back. I'm impressed by both. They all shared a do or die attitude about their passions.

Hint: it's in Utah.

From the brewpub friendly city of Flagstaff, AZ.
Good night!

The ice on the creeks chased me from the northern territories. 


"You won't have...


Nixon to kick around anymore!"

Watergate, the only President to resign and a few racist quotes to boot. That is how I remember Tricky Dick.

Now we find he's a vandal in our nation's wonderlands.

Remember this classic? "Don't change Dicks in the middle of a screw. Vote for Nixon in 72!"

Oh those 70's.
Those were the days!


Canyonlands National Park...


Is younger than me. I'm happy to announce the red rocks and the dirt are older though. It was 50 years ago when the former managers (the BLM) decided the land had negligible Moo and Mineral potential (Grazing and Mining). They offered it up to the NPS who said, "Sure! Why not?" 

The Bureau of Land Management didn't consider the monetary value of the landscape's inherent beauty. I do. It's priceless.

En route to Bluff, (Yawn!) Utah.
The bright lights and brewpubs of Flagstaff are calling me on Friday night. (It's cold, might be tonight!).

Good day!
Jeff

Monday, November 10, 2014

Arches for the...



Melancholy. With the onset of blink-and you-miss-it daylight time (dark-thirty time), my old arch enemy SAD (Seasonal Affected Disorder) kicked in. I'm coping with the malady by being in the sunlight as much as possible. I practice pretending I'm a plant. Now if I can get photosynthesis down, my food bill would be water, oxygen and sunlight. 
(I'd sneak in a brew for the essential minerals). 

Arches National Park and the Devil's Garden hike always cheer me up. It worked again today. 

From Moab, Utah enjoying Happy Hour with an IPA.
Jeff