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Santa Cruz Island, Channel Island National Park
In November my daughter and I visited Channel Island National Park off the coast of California. To see more pictures of our visit, read my blog post Exciting Sights at Channel Islands National Park in my blog Batteredsuitcase.net
Derelict Birnbeck Island, Flat Holm Island and South Wales from Weston Super Mare.
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A pair of BNSF's finest SD70ACes lead a loaded coal train across the Calumet Sag Channel at Blue Island Junction.
The desert is about to bloom. A vast area of outback Queensland is known as the Channel Country. It is an extremely flat and ancient landscape of sand dunes and river channels formed by the movement of water and wind. Yet it more than meets the definition of a desert, averaging only 150 mm annual rainfall, with huge variation year to year. When rain does come it spreads out into myriad ‘braided channels’ that provide moisture and alluvial nutrient to the area.
In good seasons, it provides optimal conditions for running quality beef cattle.
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Purchased during the winter from a cable shopping channel. We have forgotten what it is called and it just bloomed today.
Along the strait of St. Anthony (Croatian: Kanal sv. Ante) a wonderful hiking & biking track is made. This is the view from the highest lookout point,
Went for a walk along the river in Fort Langley this morning. Saw this brilliant orange kayak against the autumn leaves and darkening sky.
Check out this backpacking adventure on my YouTube channel
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Day 3
I awoke at dawn. The morning was cold, but not enough to be icy. I was not interested in sunrise photography this morning since it was the same view from the previous evening. We made breakfast together and ate, then got back on trail to finish up the route to Vogelsang.
The trail continued gently up through meadows and across dry creek beds. When we crossed the only one that was still wet, we saw a snake resting in the water. Debbie gained an affinity for the tiny chipmunks scurrying about and standing on their hind legs gnawing on nuts and seeds.
We quickly gained ground now that we were both better acclimated to the elevation, and we reached the pass in no time at all. The sign calls it a pass, but that’s only because it’s the top of the hill before going down the other side, it is the gentlest pass I’ve climbed in the Sierra, so much so that it barely deserves the name.
We rested here while we studied our maps, considering a route change. We had the option from here to go the opposite way I had planned and descend to Yosemite Valley. I suggested this route because we were only going to go higher up in elevation over the next couple days and with the way the altitude was affecting Debbie going lower seemed a better idea. She turned down the Yosemite option because the ranger at the permit pick up told us it was 90° in the valley. No thanks.
The next section of trail down from the pass followed a mountainside along a steep valley in which could be seen a small lake as a ridgeline of white granite rose swiftly on the other side. In most high elevations in the Sierra the temperature is a comfortable mid-60s, but some valleys like this one trap heat. Along this valley the temperature climbed into the upper 70s and we began to sweat while cicadas buzzed and hummed from the pine. Overhead the thunderous rumble of jets disturbed the beautiful drones of the cicadas.
After a short uphill climb through pine trees the trail leveled out into a large open meadow. A few small clouds floated on a breeze in the deep blue sky, and we reached Vogelsang High Sierra Camp. Having expected to see a lively place full of people and white canvas tents I was surprised to find it dead, dismantled and abandoned. Our plan here was to play music on our instruments, Debbie on her violin and me on my native flute, in the hopes of being invited for food, whether lunch or dinner, either with the staff, mule crews or just any of the people staying at the High Sierra Camp. Since it was a ghost town we made our way along a deep rutted trail through the meadow to the hiker camp. When we arrived at the bear boxes, we dropped our packs and went to refill our water and rinse off the trail dust down by the lake. We would decide on a campsite after watering and lunch.
Lunch was made up of cheese, salami, crackers, homemade jerky combined with home dehydrated pineapple. After eating she played some music on her fiddle. The beautiful music attracted the attention of another backpacker who came over to join us. After music he head off towards Evelyn Lake for fishing.
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By now the clouds had grown larger, gathering thicker to our east over the Kuna region, and to our south on the other side of Vogelsang Pass. Before this trip the weather forecast prompted me to buy several new filters for my camera to make daytime lightning photos possible, and I was excited to try them out. With the way the clouds were to are south I decided to follow the trail in that direction, in the hope that I would get a good view of any thunderstorms that arose in the next basin over. We left our packs and other gear at the bear boxes and headed out.
We went back down to the abandoned High Sierra Camp, across the rushing creek behind it, then up a steep climb. The trail, as it climbed, snaked its way around and between large blocks of rocks taller than my arms could reach. Wildflowers grew alongside, purple and white heather with red paintbrushes. The higher we climbed the more impressive the view to the west became, until the rounded summit of the iconic Half Dome appeared in the distance while far below Lake Merced, where another High Sierra Camp lay abandoned, peaked out of the thick forest.
It was around this spot that I got cell signal just as I had last time when I was here 9 years ago. I was able to call the mechanic and get more information about what happened with my jeep. It was a thermostat, so he replaced it and charged the Burt coolant. Debbie tried text and call her kids, Kenny and Lily, though I’m not sure if anything went through due to a different carrier than mine.
Continuing higher we reached Vogelsang Lake. I showed Debbie the spot where I camped here in 2016 while doing 40 days on the Sierra High Route. During that stay here the wind was intense all the long cold night. It blew so strong that my tent lifted up beneath me a few times and I was afraid I would be blown off the mountainside. The best part was that the ground was solid rock so instead of my tent stakes I had to use sticks and anchor them with piles of rocks. Once the the wind died down in the early AM hours the cold really set in and made me shiver until sunrise and beyond while trying and failing to get good sunrise photography. After that stay here I went over Vogelsang Pass to Benice Lake and accompanying tarns where I got an early September snowstorm and whiteout. It wasn’t enough snow to stick, but it was the first snow of the season. Now this time I was climbing Vogelsang Pass with Debbie in search of thunderstorms.
From that campsite the trail circled the western shore, then ascended the sweeping slabs to the south. Here a strong constant wind blew, and Debbie had to stop due to the altitude, she didn’t want to but I wouldn’t take no for answer (better safe than sorry, especially with all our gear back down the mountain). I found her some shade with a nice place to sit and rest while I continued the climb.
The trail was a mixture between sandy and gravely, with a nice view of the lake far below. Pink and purple alpine heather flowers squeezed out from the cracks where rocks and boulders met the earth. A beautiful crystal-clear stream flowed over the path babbling in voices with the whispers of wind.
By now the altitude was being to affect me too. I became lightheaded and I could feel a headache beginning, but I had to push on the last little bit to the top. The pass wasn’t too much further; I could see it. Pushing on I slowed my pace. By the time I reached where the trail leveled out on top of the pass I had to sit down. I was out of breath and shaky. I could feel my pulse in my head, and the chances of developing a headache were greatly increased, now I had no choice but to take something to prevent it. (Elevation 10661)
The storm clouds I had been hurrying to catch had moved on further into the distance and the sky in front of me was mostly clear of the big billowing clouds, only remnant wisps remained.
It is just over the top of Vogelsang Pass where the steep cross-country route up to the Parson’s Traverse begins. I would have liked to have continued to that spot so I could lay eyes on it and determined its difficulty to see what we would be getting ourselves into, but since I was feeling the altitude and any attempt to go further would worsen my headache I chose not to. Also, from that spot I would have seen the two lakes of the next basin, Bernice and Gallison, instead I needed to rest.
After the rest, I discovered a beautiful little pond surrounded by the long purple pillars of elephant head flowers waving gently in the breeze. The pond itself reflecting the distance unnamed split peak that rose on the other side of the next lake basin. After photographing the pond, I quickly headed back down the trail to find Debbie.
She was waiting for me, not in her resting spot, but further on up the trail in my direction. She had begun heading up hill to find me. Now it was my turn for a long rest in the shade and after finding a nice spot I laid down and listened to Debbie tell me the story of the marmot that came to visit her.
“I’m lying on the other side of this bushy tree, I’m all alone and I heard a little noise. I had been dozing off a little bit, which meant my mind started playing tricks on me and my brain said mountain lion, but when I jumped up, I see this fuzzy marmot guy looking at me. He started circling. He would go around the trees and rocks and peek out looking at me, then lay down and stare at me for a while, then come closer to me then go back looking at me from another way. Like he was totally trying to figure out what I was doing, and if I was a threat to his little domain. Once he started to walk away, I thought he was leaving, but no he was making a wide circle to come up at me from behind. He did that a few more times before eventually deciding OK. Then he just took off for real.”
After I recovered and the story was told we descended back to the hiker camp. By now there was more people and tents. We found a good spot next to a cluster of pines and set up our tent while food rehydrated. Sunset was spent enjoying the view from the cliffs behind the campground watching the light playing across the crests of forested ridge lines. The vast valley beyond was forested further than we could see. A mixture of smooth and jagged peaks and cirques jutted up out of the trees 10 miles away to the north. As the sun sunk lower Clark’s Nuthatches cawed out from the forest. We sat here at the cliffs edge until the sky darkened and the Milky Way appeared and bats danced among the stars.
Channel 7.
The reflections of the buildings opposite reflecting on the glass facade of Channel 7.
Martin Place, Sydney, New South Wales, Australia.
Channel Airways was a private airline formed in the United Kingdom in 1946 as East Anglian Flying Services. Channel entered the jet age in June 1967 with the arrival of its first BAC One-Eleven 400 at Southend. In May 1968, Channel Airways became the first independent airline in the United Kingdom to operate the Hawker Siddeley Trident (2 planes received). Low utilisation of the Trident fleet resulted in the type's disposal in December 1971. Growing financial difficulties forced Channel Airways to cease operations in February 1972.
G-AVYB was the Hawker Siddeley HS.121 Trident 1E with c/n 2136 that made its first flight on 13/02/1968 and delivered on 05/03/1968 to Channel Airways. During December 1971 the plane was sold to Northeast Airlines. The company
on 01/04/1974 merged into British Airways and this aircraft continued to fly for British Airways until August 1980 when it was retired to be Scrapped at LHR in May 1981.
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We camped 2 nights, we hiked to Potato Harbor (5miles), Smuggler Cove (8miles) and we were kayaking lots of sea caves along the Santa Cruz Island. It was a memorable Valentine's Day.
Filled channel within the cretaceous Iron Springs (kis) formation (ca 80-100 Ma) on the steep incline between Gunlock and Veyo. The channel bottom presumably represents an old erisonal surface, with the sandstone an mudstone bands above (assumed also to be part of of the kis formation) being disconformally overlayn.
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"Bob St. Robert from Channel 3 weather here, and I am talking with Jerry Chapstick and the salt crew from Salt of the Earth Sub-Zero Water Removal Specialists. Jerry, is this a common site here in Wisconsin?"
"Oh, ja, you betcha, Bob! Normally we like to spread an obscene amount of small crystal rock salt, but every now and then one of these beauties sneaks past the goalie, if you know what I mean. Nothin' like gettin' smacked in the windshield with one of these asteroids, eh, Bob?!"
"You heard it here, folks. And don't forget to avoid dark clothing and any automobile exterior for the next several weeks, unless you like salt streaks on your outerwear. Everyone has a white car in January!"
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34 degrees F
Jefferson, Wisconsin, USA
Bulk carrier FEDERAL INDUS operated by Kobe Ship Management of Japan inbound for the Port of Liverpool photographed from MANANNAN. She was assisted by tugs VB BELGIE and VB PHOENIX.
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