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a rare treat!This blog is primarily a travelogue. I am retired from the National Weather Service and on the road as much as possible! Though I have done a lot of traveling, there are still many places I haven't been. I'm still missing five US states and, though I've been to Europe four times, that's not nearly enough. And then there are the islands of the South Pacific. And though I've been to Australia eight times, with four visits to New Zealand, it's always great to go back there.

a rare treat!

I may have already blogged a closeup of the teddy bear, but the complexity of the spine design is worth another look. The cactus sprouts bright green flowers in spring, pretty but a little hard to spot from afar since they're almost the same color as the cactus. In late March, when this picture was taken, the teddy bears weren't blooming yet. In fact very few cacti were, with some dramatic exceptions...
This was by far the best blooming hedgehog I saw on my desert trip.   It is located right in the middle of the cholla garden.  This was the best pic I could get of this clump...there were several other photographers circling around the cacti, toting masses of expensive equipment, competing for space and the best angles.  I managed to get off a couple quick shots with nobody's shadow in the way.  If the cactus could talk, I reckon it would complain about all the paparazzi hovering over it.



The ocotillo is just starting to bloom...this is the only one I found that was past budding stage.
This is a closeup of an ocotillo stalk...very cool! Although it's common for the plant to bloom at this time of year, its leaves and flowers are actually totally dependent on rain. If a winter is dry, the ocotillo will not bloom in spring. During dry periods, it looks dead...it's just a mass of spiny wood. After a good rain, at any time of year, these leaves will grow and flowers will bloom at the end of the stalks. 


Somehow flowers in the desert are just more awesome than elsewhere. You think ahead to say, August and September, when the landscape is roasted and bone dry after months of 100 degree plus heat; then compare it to this! Blowing the pic up makes the color even more dramatic.
Near the lake I found large fields of poppies, both yellow and white. I haven't seen the white ones in many places. There were also lupines, owls clover, goldfields, and several other species whose names I don't know.  It was common to find 5 or 6 different types of flowers within a few square metres.  


Up close, there's a nice contrast between owls clover and the poppies. There's just something fabulous about finding gardens of flowers in the middle of a desert that you don't feel in lusher climes.

The chollas flower later than the hedgehogs...their best time is probably late April into June. But I did find one bloom on a buckhorn cholla that was getting an early start.
Here the critters have progressed to Arizona and are hanging out at White Tank Mountain Regional Park, enjoing the flowers and rocks.



background.
The tide was going out, and as the vertical difference between the level of the lagoon and the sea increased, the river carved deeper into the sand, dropping more and flowing faster and faster, roaring like a stretch of rapids up in the mountains. It carried scads of sand from the lagoon and beach to the ocean, and as it gouged its channel to the sea, standing waves would set up. Here's a nice set of them. These waves would only last a minute or two at most before dissipating, but then they would quickly redevelop, usually in a different area of the channel as the configuration of its bottom changed.
Here, a few minutes later, the river is raging, shredding the beach, roaring furiously in a torrent of whitewater as it meets the sea. When I arrived at this spot, the river was a few yards wide and a foot or two deep. You could stroll across it. In about an hour and a half, it had become a good twenty yards wide, probably at least six feet deep in the center of the channel, and the sand banks at its edge had increased in height from a few inches to about six feet. Anyone trying to cross would have been swept into the ocean, where 15 foot breakers posed an additional hazard. It was a dramatic scene!
Close to an hour after this picture was taken, and about two hours after I arrived on the scene, a good part of the lagoon's water had drained into the ocean and the level of the lagoon had dropped four or five feet. As equilibrium between it and the sea was achieved, the flow of the river slowed and the sand erosion and standing waves decreased.

Like Portland and Edmonton, Sacramento is a fine river city. It actually has two running through town, the Sacramento and American, with parkways and promenades along both. Here we're on the American River, with the snowy Sierra Nevada sharp in the background. Blow the pic up for a better view.  The path on the American runs for dozens of miles; you can hike, bike, rollerblade or jog; or you can take a canoe or kayak down the river. It might appear in this picture that I'm out in the country, but I'm actually right in the middle of the Sac metro area.



Massive surf was indeed crashing onto the shore, and washing over rocks about 30 feet high near Garrapata State Park. Quite a spectacle.

Attention Steve's Bike Blog...The Trona Tornadoes are still going strong...I think. As for the town of Trona, it's a bleak place. Half ghost town, half industrial wasteland. Abandoned buildings are widespread, as are Borax works based on Searles Lake, an almost completely dry alkali flat adjacent to the town. At this time of year there are a few sprouts of green grass and a few puddles in the lakebed but it's still pretty godforsaken. Did I mention 110 degrees in summer?
Here's a prettier spot...Red Rock Canyon State Park on Highway 14 between Ridgecrest and Lancaster. Beautiful rock formations abound, with a good sprinkling of Joshua trees. Notice the two toned arroyo in the foreground; obviously sediment from both colors of rock visible in the pic flows side by side during wet periods. It's a little early yet but with this winter's adequate rain, this area should be awash in wildflowers by the end of March. I've been through here before when it's been a garden!