Thursday, May 11, 2017

Living Desert Zoo and Gardens (New Mexico) One Thumb's Up


Photo stolen from the Detroit Zoo website

When I was a kid the annual trip with all the cousins to the Detroit Zoo was a highlight of the summer. The 'Bear Fountain' was an iconic childhood landmark and no trip to the zoo was complete without a ride on the train that circled the grounds. (Technically the fountain is the Horas H. Rackham Memorial Fountain. Horas was paid $25 to draw up the incorporation papers for the Ford Motor company and had the foresight to scrimp and save and borrow $5000 to buy 50 of the original 890 share IPO which made him chairman of the board and allowed he and his wife to become Detroit's leading philanthropists)

Those memories still bring up a warm-fuzzy, but in the years since we all  have gained a better understanding of natural habitats and how animals interact with them and with each other if left on their own, and I'm not that big on zoos anymore.




But then I heard that at the zoo part of  Living Desert Zoo and Gardens New Mexico State Park (Not affiliated with the Living Desert Zoo and Gardens in California) only houses native species consisting rescues that will be rehabbed and released if possible or if not possible, such as the one-winged Golden Eagle, kept as educational displays, or animals involved in research and breeding programs such as the Mexican Wolves and Bolson Tortoise.

Besides I like botanical gardens; the entry cost is the standard New Mexico State Park fee of $5; and it was just down the road at the northern edge of Carlsbad.



 Some reviewers say you can see this place in an hour, but the trail through the gardens and enclosures alone is 1.3 miles long and the displays inside the visitor center are worth a good 45 minutes all by themselves.

The gift shop tucked over to the side?? Well that depends on your tolerance of tourist-type gift shops.



On par with the educational displays for me was the 'gardens' part of the place.



The outside trail is easy for just about any degree of mobility.

The gardens are split up into habitat zones






and there's an abundance of plaques




describing the various plants, how they fit into the habitat, and how they have been and sometimes still are used by us.



There's a new reptile house sure to capture the squealing adoration of the kids as well as a nocturnal house with even more desert-living information for those willing to take the time to check it out.



but if you or the kids are prone to nightmares - well - be forewarned!



There are mountain lions in the Capital Reef area but the two here at the zoo come from California where they were picked up as cubs by well-meaning but ill-informed people and now are too big to live 'at home' but too imprinted on humans to release.



As I understand it, the same sad story goes for the trio of Bobcats housed in the adjacent enclosure. (Petting not recommended!)



Staying true to the botanical side of things but stepping away from natives is the greenhouse


which during the summer should really be visited early in the day. (Not a problem during the first days of April though.)


Inside there are a whole new host of plants to see and marvel at, including this nearly 4 foot tall barrel cactus




and this weird Brazilian Old Man,  (Hey!  I've got ear-hair that looks like that!!)





as well as some impressive flowering plants.


On the two thumbs up/down scale of approval/disapproval this place deserves one thumbs up. Not worth making a special trip but if you are in the area certainly worth a stop.




Tuesday, May 9, 2017

Disappointment at Carlsbad Caverns

It only took about 20 minutes of waiting to get a 5 second window with no people in this shot. Well, no people except the three walking by there in the background but believe me, that was as good as it was going to get!


OK, to put the downer side of this post's title into perspective let me present both sides of the issue:

On the plus side:

The drive up Walnut Canyon to the Visitor Center is pretty.

Most of the information plaques along the drive are still legible.

There is a tiny but interesting little interpretive walk halfway up the canyon

The weather was great

And all in all, my visit rated closer to the awesome end than the what-the-hell-was-I-thinking end of the experiance-rating scale.

But:

I'm not much of a spelunker to start with and the focus of this National Park is almost entirely underground, leaving one to scratch their head and speculate, largely uninformed, about the above-ground features. In fact I could find no mention of the 10 mile long one-way gravel Desert Loop Drive on the official NP website at all!

To reinforce that 'underground or nothing' vibe, the ranger at the information desk had absolutely no idea what the road conditions were on the loop drive. And since it is limited to high-clearance vehicles 20 ft and under, which means The Van qualifies, I still didn't want to go charging down it uninformed, so even though it was only half-a-buck I didn't bother asking for the mimeographed 'guide' to the rumored numbered stops along the way. 

It was a Saturday, with the attendant crowds you would expect during the painful and interminably long spring break season, and we all know how well I get along with crowds! (Anybody else remember years ago when there was a single week set aside as spring break for everybody??)

The cavern is way too gentrified for my taste, unless you're willing to pay extra for one of several guided tours into a less developed part of the caverns. (But remember, I'm not much into spelunking in the first place. I guess those several chapters where Tom Sawyer and Becky Thatcher were lost in a cave scared me for life!)

If you've done any research prior to your trip you've seen photos of just about everything the entire Big Room, the main 'tourist' section of the cave, has to offer and somehow, probably because of all the special lighting hauled in for the photo sessions, those photos verge on being more interesting and dramatic than the real thing.

So, it was interesting and I'm glad that I went, but I left feeling like been-there-done-that-don't-need-to-come-back.

Whites City is the gateway to Carlsbad Caverns NP

But before the disappointment, first I had to get to the park.

If you remember, yesterday I was forced to vacate my campsite at South Llano by 2 PM, but day-trippers, which is now what I was, being site-less and all, are allowed to hang in Texas State Parks until 10 PM.

I've used this to my advantage before, hanging out at trailheads or day-use areas in a park through dinner and well into the evening before leaving to find some quiet corner (Quite takes on a new meaning when stealth camping. In this case it's less about noise level and more about freedom from door-pounding authorities.)  at a truckstop, a 24-hour store or even an ungated apartment complex parking lot if one is close enough,  (There are distinct advantages to being in a van rather than a motorcoach!) then returning bright and early the next morning when the park opens back up for the day.

This time I already knew where I was going to park for the night, the Fort Stockton Walmart, and there certainly wasn't any need for stealth as this place is overnight-central! In fact by late evening it looks more like a small RV show than a Walmart parking lot.

But still, I'd rather hang around a park than a parking lot, so I did; hang around the park; timing my departure on the 4 hour journey between park and Walmart so as to arrive sometime after sundown, 8 PM around these parts this time of year. (Early April.)

In the morning, after a decent night's sleep by the way, I headed north up US 285, right through the heart of Pecos and Reeves counties.



On the map this looks like pretty empty country, and for the first 30 or so miles it is, but if I zoom in closer then the the tangled hatchwork of angled and dead-end roads becomes evident, and this is the road-signature of oilfields.


Driving 285 along here is like driving the industrial roads on the wrong side of the tracks of any large city, industrial sites, machinery and trucks, pickups - with and without work-box beds - just lots of pickups, big trucks - box, low-boys, tankers, gravel-haulers, - everywhere, except here the industrial enclaves are sprinkled, thickly, across desert with not a single convenience store or strip mall around, and it goes on and on and on.




When I got to Malaga NM, up there on the far right of this map segment, I turned left onto Black River Village Rd. so as to avoid going all the way up to the small city of Carlsbad and all the way back down again just to get over to US 62 and Whites City. Malaga is more a name than a town but it's still busy here and this turn sneaks up fast so watch for it.

This is a county road in every sense of the word. It's not quite two lanes wide in many spots requiring you to set the right-hand wheels into the rough when passing anything other than a Smart-car, which must be too smart to be out here since I didn't see any, the road's surface has seen better days, it follows the contours of the land with barely any cuts or fills, and the turns are sharp, but if I thought I was going to get any respite from the truck traffic I was mistaken, big time!

The oilfields don't suddenly end just because the lines on the map change color and my puny 4-wheeled van was in the minority as big-ass, multi-axled dump, tanker, and equipment trucks went every which way around me! The truck traffic finally tapered off after I got to the actual Black River Village and away from the State Trust Lands. (Purplish on my map.)

But as bad as all that may sound, the drive from Fort Stockton to Whites City is only about 150 miles so it ends about the time the novelty wears off and before the teeth-grinding frustration sets in.



Capital Reef is a 1000 foot wall rising up out of the desert. It arches from White City in the northeast to the peak of El Capitan in the southwest. The Carlsbad Caverns Visitor Center is 7 road miles from, and 1000 feet above, Whites City.



It, the visitor center, sits right on the edge of Capital Reef and I can't help feel that with the right conditions I could see the Fort Stockton Walmart from here.

As it is, since the information plaque is blank, I have to just guess at what I'm looking at down there. As I mentioned before, it seems like all efforts, and funds, at this park are focused on the undergound so there's probably not enough dollars left over to replace whatever information this placard once held, apparently not even enough to remove the useless structure.



Well, I just might be exaggerating a little here since the park-personnel living quarters and other support buildings built by the CCC have clearly been meticulously maintained.

The visitor center itself is one-third information and ticket booth, one-third gift-shop and one-third museum and educational. I would recommend taking the time to go through the museum and educational displays, and don't miss the 15 minute movie looping in the tiny theater there at the back.



For the basic $10 entry fee, free with geezer-pass, you have your choice of taking the elevator directly down to the Big Room and it's one mile plus self-guided tour, (Note that according to the text above, not only is the trail paved and mostly level, but it is non-skid as well!)



Or you can go out the side door on the far side of the museum, down a series of paved ramps



to go in through the natural entrance to the cave and eventually hook up with the Big Room trail there by the elevators.



This adds another mile-plus to the tour and the trail is steep, but you can see in the photo of the official park newsletter above that the switchbacks are paved and easy to negotiate.

That's the route I took but, especially on busy days such as when I was there, I recommend taking the elevator back up to the visitor center rather than buck the down-bound crowds in the natural entrance.

I tried a few photos down in the cavern but, despite the fairly decent constant artificial lighting down there, without enhanced lighting (My puny flash wasn't going to do the job.) nor a tripod (Not allowed!) the photos were a bust so I soon stopped trying and just looked instead.



The elevators are strategically placed to dump you out back out into the gift shop on your way out, It's full of the over-priced stuff you'd expect, though, being a puzzler, this caught my eye (By the way, I don't remember any one spot where you can stand down there in the Big Room and see this view.) and I was considering adding this unique puzzle to my collection,



until I turned the box over.

Now I own just as much Chinese made stuff as the next guy, and I'm not a rabid nationalist, but, recycled paper and and smaller box or not, this was disappointing!

There are 4 or 5 great all American puzzle manufactures in this country using responsibly sourced materials and soy-based inks, (Some Chinese puzzles still use heavy-metal based inks so be sure and wash your hands before snacking!!) and this is an American National Park for crying out loud!

I don't know who made that decision but I put the puzzle back and walked away.



On my way back out the 7 mile road through Walnut Canyon I found what is probably my favorite spot in the park, somewhere down there at the end of that arrow. (I didn't know about it when I took this photo so I'm not sure of the exact location.



For thousands of years the steep rock walls of the canyon have collected a little water



and provided this cool, north-facing shelter nearby, complete with patio!

The heavily sooted walls tell of thousands of years of use by man and there is a short little interpretive trail through the wash and up to the shelter, which isn't quite standing height, at least not for most of us modern people. Along the trail are information plaques that give a little idea of how the plants and other resources here have been used by the people taking shelter in the area.

So, again, looking behind the curtain of hype was predictably disappointing and I've had better days but, despite not being an 'Oh Wow! day, this one was also far from the worst.

For now I need to get a move-on. I have a reservation at the Carlsbad KOA, made with the intent of ensuring a place for the night on this heavily traveled Saturday, as well as getting my laundry done. Not that I was out of clothes yet by any means but I wasn't sure what the following week was going to look like and didn't want to have to worry about dirty underwear whatever I ended up doing.



It's called the Carlsbad KOA but it's actually halfway between Carlsbad and Artesia, about 16 or 17 miles from each, which is to say 16 or 17 miles from any services though the campground has a small commercial kitchen and provides their own carry-out dinners, and will even deliver them to your site!

A distinct advantage of traveling in The Van is the ability to utilize the smallish back-in sites around the edges of most commercial campgrounds. This keeps me closer to the grass and fields than expanses of gravel and asphalt, and well away from the ordered ranks of larger RV's. Often, as is the case here, I get even more isolation by being tucked in between camp-cabins.

Once I got parked I was getting my laundry ready and this guy turned up. Despite the racket I was making he hung around there outside my door and, regardless of those innocent bunny eyes, I had the feeling he was plotting to ransack the place for goodies as soon as I stepped away!



There were also a mess of these tufted-top birds, which, according to my Sibley's are Scaled Quail. They were pretty active and entertaining as the light faded.




Rather than using the Black River Village Rd to cross between US 285 and US 62, the next time I come this way I think I'll jump on FM 652 out of Orla TX which comes out about 40 miles later on US 62 right at the Texas - New Mexico border.



After the less than stellar review I just gave Carlsbad Caverns NP why the heck am I talking about a next time??

Well down there in the southwest end of the NP are a number of lightly used trails that climb up into Capital Reef and I think they are probably worth a look-see. As an extra bonus there's plenty of BLM land (Butterscotch on my map.) for setting up camp close to the trailheads.


Thursday, May 4, 2017

Last Day at South Llano: And Not By Choice


One thing to remember about Texas State Parks is that all campsites are reserve-able.

If this is good or not depends on your circumstances.

For someone with a regular job leaving only weekends free and who is organized enough to plan a month or so in advance, (Much longer for holiday weekends!) this is a good thing. It keeps them from joining the Friday evening demolition derby that results from the got-to-get-there-before-the-last-site-is-gone dash.

For someone without a regular job, or no job at all, who tends to play things by ear and just wing it, not so good. It doesn't matter if you show up on a Tuesday and have your pick of a park full of empty sites, it's pretty certain you are not going to be able to keep your site come Friday. Prior possession doesn't count here.



Which is why, when I got up Friday morning I knew I had to be out of my site by 2 PM.

Still, I planned on hiking the Fawn Trail counterclockwise, detouring up onto the ridge above the trail; Oh yeah, and wandering up to the Scenic Lookout in the daylight. (What a concept!!)



All told, what with getting to and from the trail and adding in the side trips, this worked out to about 6 miles of hiking, and since it wasn't quite 7 AM yet I knew I had enough time to do the hike and still get back and move out of the camp-site before the deadline, so off I went.



As is often the case, my early start paid off in terms of wildlife-spotting.

I had to zoom in to be sure, but that's not some kind of weird coloration, she was just having a bad hair day. I guess she hadn't had time to blow-and-fluff yet.



This place has some serious cattle-guards! A bull's hoof would slip right between those dew-slicked bars, which means so will a grown man's foot.

I don't know if they are left over from the ranching days or have something to do with the Walter Buck Wildlife Management Area. A joint State and Fed project that covers much of the park.



Fortunately a narrow walkway, presumably too narrow for most bulls to negotiate, has been provided so I was able to forgo the balancing act.



The first part of the southern leg of the Fawn trail, the segment I hadn't been on yet, is a fairly steep climb,



but it was another glorious morning,



and the views were great!





Even barbed wire fences look good in this light, twinkling like strings of shiny beads.



These circular bald patches are a common sight in pretty much all of Texas.



Up close they look like miniature versions of the typical desert suburban yard, carefully covered in a groomed layer of evenly sized pebbles.



But there's no suburb here, these are the handy-work of the Red Harvester Ant. At up to a half inch long these ants are perfectly capable of hauling these pebbles, along with any other debris, up out of the nest and 'decorating the yard' with them.

Actually the circle they create is the midden, or trash heap of the nest and the older the nest the larger in diameter the midden.  Since the queen lives an amazing 15 to 20 years some of these nests get pretty big!

These ants can bite and do have a stinger, which given their size could make them pretty scary, but in all my encounters with them I've never seen aggressive behavior nor been bitten or stung by one. Of course I don't make a habit of disturbing them either.

In addition to a single queen each nest has about 10,000 worker ants in it at any given time. The workers only live about a year and when the queen dies the nest soon dies out as well.



These ants are the favored food of the Texas Horned Lizard, yet despite the seemingly plentiful food source the numbers of these lizards are dropping at an alarming pace.



Before heading on back to The Van I made one last side-trip and climbed back up to the Scenic Outlook.



It seemed like the thing to do since this time I would actually be able to see something from the Scenic Outlook. . .



This time of year it's easy to spot Pecan groves like this one below the lookout, since, along with being the first to drop leaves in the fall, they are the last to leaf-out in the spring.

At my usual blistering hiking pace of one  mile per hour, the clock has been ticking and by now it was getting to be time to head on down the hill and move The Van before I got a nasty phone call from the rangers.