Mojave Trail & Baja (Part 4)

Church in a small village outside Bahia Tortugas

We'd been on the Sea of Cortez side and were now working our way back across the peninsula to the Pacific side.  Wayne had some beta on the Peninsular De Vizcaino area of Baja that neither of us had been to and we wanted to check it out.  We had been out to Bahia Ascuncion a few years ago but were looking to access some new terrain further west.  It was reported to be remote with some challenging conditions.  We spent the remainder of the day working our way across to the Pacific side.  Rolling into Bahia Tortuga well after dark we opted to find a motel in the fishing village.  Our  $20 room wasn't much but it did have running water and the owner allowed us to park our rigs in the locked compound.  The owner didn't speak any English but we were able to get some information on the area we were headed to by showing him our maps and doing a lot of pointing.  We first wanted to drive all the way out to the point and the little fishing village of Punta Eugenia and Chester.  Here the gravel road ends and we had to backtrack back to Bahia Tortugas to access what we'd come for. The total off-road route once we left pavement would be around 90 miles, a mixture of really soft sand and some rocky sections.  Airing the tires down in the soft stuff was the only way to get through but we were worried about the grade in some places.  We pulled up to a couple of spots that I wasn't sure I could get up.  Wayne had already gone up one of the larger dunes and I got out and walked it.  The first couple of tries were a no go and I had to back down.  Eventually, with a speed run at the bottom section, I was able to top out.  Our main concern, once we crested out in the dunes, was the wash which we'd need to locate to get along the coast and also lead us back out to the pavement.  This is one of the main things I love about exploring Baja, you never know what's going to be around the next corner and what the conditions will be.  Where we were at there certainly aren't any road signs.  Route finding plays a key roll in places.  We continued working our way through the dunes and as dark was coming on I noted a steep side road leading down to the coast.   I got out and walked it all the way down to ensure we could get back up.  It was a great campsite along the coast and we had no problems coming out the following morning.  We debated staying two nights here but opted to move on.  Later that night as we were sitting around the fire we noted truck lights way off in the distance.  We found this a little strange as there is absolutely nothing out here for probably 30 miles in either direction.  It's pretty tough driving in places and the direction they were headed was even more remote.  I suppose they saw the fire once up on the higher dunes.  Anyway, they kept coming and eventually pulled into camp.  Always a little disconcerting when someone rolls into your camp well after dark.  We met them, two men in a pick-up, as they pulled down the sandy road into camp.  Due to the language barrier, we never really did ascertain what they were doing that far out in the middle of the night.  They eventually left after it appeared they were sizing up the Gringos.  We were probably reading a lot into the whole situation but it doesn't hurt to be a little cautious when this far out.  Once we realized they'd made the turn and were headed to our camp I slipped a can of bear spray in my back pocket.  Better safe than sorry.  Ike, Wayne's dog, is a pretty good deterrent when unexpected guests roll in.  There is no doubt he means business.   Plus, there's always Petey.  No one, and I mean no one, wants a piece of Petey!  

Fishing village.

Camp for the night.

Petey hanging out in camp.  I ask you....would you want a piece of this?  I pity the fool that rolls into my camp uninvited!

Truth be known......Ike is what I wouldn't want a piece of!

Whale backbone that was washed up on the rocks below camp.

Found pockets along the coast where these large rocks had been tumbled smooth and round.

Following day we kept working our way through the dunes in search of the wash which would lead us to the coast.  Our plan was to access the coast and drive along the beach to access a point that was reported to have some excellent fishing.  Coming out of the dunes we eventually hit the wash but there was a problem.  Once we dropped down this dune there was no way we're going to go back up it.  It wasn't that tall but it was steep and the sand like sugar.  I had no doubt I couldn't come back up it once I dropped down.  Once in the wash, a left turn would take us 8 miles to the coast.  A right turn and 25 miles up the wash would get us back to the pavement.  If the wash closed out headed back out to pavement this could turn into a real adventure. We dropped in, turned left and were stymied about a quarter of a mile from the coast.  The wash was really rough in places and slow going over small boulders.  The wash kept closing down and eventually closed out leading into an estuary which was holding quite a bit of water.  We had to walk the remaining 1/4 mile to the beach.  No way we were getting the rigs in there as there were dunes on either side of the wash that we couldn't  get over.  We were pretty disappointed as the area was remote and the camping would have been excellent out on the beach.  Wayne had visions of catching some big fish in here as well.  The beach here is massive and runs for miles in either direction.  I forgot to take the camera down but we saw multiple whale bones and a perfectly good sea kayak that had washed up on the beach.  Anywhere else and that kayak would have found a new home but we had no way of hauling it out of there. This is one of those areas that you've got to work at to get to. I'm sure we would have stayed in here for multiple nights had we made it.  Hopefully, we'll be back to this area and with some changing conditions can access the beach next time.  

Pictures never seem to depict the steepness of something...it was steeper than it looks here.  Wayne named this Commitment Dune.  I was coming down it but was pretty sure I couldn't come back up it.  

After failing to make the coast we turned around and drove a few miles back up the wash and set up camp.  In this picture you can see the steepness of the dunes.  Not tall, but just steep coming up out of the wash.  Was a beautiful night in a remote area.  With a couple of cold beers and an excellent meal that Wayne cooked up, we sat around watching a meteor shower late into the evening.

We gained some high ground and Wayne was glassing for pavement.

 Spent the day crawling back out to pavement.

Petey was exhausted!

  

Mojave Trail & Baja (Part 1)

Plan was to head back down to Baja for about two months.  Tiffany and the boys would fly down during the Christmas holidays.  I made a call to my friend, Wayne, up in Canada as I knew he was headed down as well.  We decided we'd meet up before crossing the border, jump on the Mojave Trail for a few days, and then cross the border together.

I arrived a couple of nights before Wayne where I camped, hiked a little and explored the area for a couple of days prior to his arrival.  Wayne arrived late one afternoon and we departed the following morning to get on the trail and head east.  Our first order of business was a fairly substantial water crossing. I was first in line and when I pulled up to this my thought was that I should get out and walk across to check for depth and bottom conditions, or possibly end up swimming, the crossing to ensure it was a doable crossing.  I opted for the "go big or go home" method and threw caution out the window, slowly pulling in.  This crossing is probably well over 100 feet in width and as the water started creeping towards the bottom of the window I began praying that it didn't get any deeper and god forbid, the engine stalls out.  With the water level approaching the bottom of the window I thought I'd made a big mistake but after a few tense moments the truck eventually started crawling out the other side.  Exiting the truck, water poured out of the cab.  Carpet was wet but hey, I'm in the desert and it will dry.  I grabbed the camera and shot Wayne coming across behind me.  This was certainly the deepest crossing I'd done with my Tacoma.

The remainder of the day we crawled east along the trail where we became lost a few times.  Tough following the trail in places as it exits out of some major washes and you just don't know which direction to take.  We ended up in some large dunes where we became stuck but eventually reconnected with what we assumed was the trail. We were still lost but enjoyed a spectacular full moon and ended up making camp for the night.

 The trail is out there somewhere.

Stuck!

 

  Moon rising as we looked for a campsite that evening.

The following day we got back on the trail and kept working our way east towards Marl Spring.  After camping at the springs the second night we needed to make a decision as to whether to finish the trail or cut off and head south towards the border.  The weather was really turning cold and it was forecasted that the winds the following day would be a consistent 40+ mph.  We decided that the warmer weather of Baja was looking good so after two nights on the Mojave Trail, we cut off and pointed the rigs south towards Baja.  I'll have to return later to finish the second half.

Camp at Marl Spring.

Stopped and did some hiking in the eastern part of the preserve.

Bella Coola.....Again. (Part 1 of 2)

My main reason for coming to the Bella Coola Valley..... Grizzlies.

I hesitated going north to Bella Coola this year due to the forest fires BC had been experiencing over the late summer months.  My final destination of Bella Coola was fire free but the one and only road leading there had been recently closed.  After monitoring the road conditions, it looked like it was going to be clear after the Labor Day weekend so the trip was on.  The plan was to spend a week in the Bella Coola Valley and another week or so in the South Chilcotin Range.  Every time I go the area, this being my fourth, I discover something new.  The area ranks right up there as one of my favorite areas to explore.  Last time up here I was in the old motorhome which didn't have four-wheel capability and this trip I fixed that by coming up with the Toyota and the Four Wheel Camper.  If you want to remote camp and explore backcountry areas a four-wheel drive is necessary.  I had come up on Hwy 97 out of Hope, BC and the plan was to get off the pavement in Clinton.  From Clinton or Lillooet, you can access dirt/gravel roads and cut across the South Chilcotin Range before popping back out on pavement west of Williams Lake.  After jumping off the pavement in Clinton I ran into a road block by a fire crew in the area.  It looked like I'd have to backtrack and get back on the pavement when at the last minute the guy in charge decided to let me go through if I promised not to camp in the area and continue through to Hanceville.  It's probably about 80 miles or so to get through. He stated I'd be going through some bad burn areas and they were just now opening it back up to thru travel.  I was amazed at the devastation in the area.  I encountered some homes that were destroyed but couldn't bring myself to stop and take pictures.  You'd see the occupants standing out front or trying to clean up and you'd really feel for them.  Just didn't feel right to stop, gawk and start snapping pictures.

A rancher told me the driver was badly injured when he went off the road here trying to escape the fire when it was sweeping through this valley.

 Road grader didn't make it out.

Only around bodies of water was anything saved.  The remainder of the forest in this area was consumed by the fire.  Quite a contrast when I'd come up on a lake or pond.  The green with black everywhere else. I drove this particular road for well over 10 miles and the scene never changed.

After working my way through the burn area I had to cross the Chilcotin River where I ran into an RMCP Officer who was parked on the bridge.  He wanted to know where I'd come from and how I got into the area.  I let him know one of the fire crew's let me through.  Apparently, there was some miscommunication as I shouldn't have been let through and he couldn't let me cross the bridge.  I certainly didn't want to backtrack over the 80 miles I'd just done. At this point, I was only a few miles from popping back out on pavement.  Rather than have me backtrack all the way back through the area he consented and let me cross the bridge where I accessed Hwy 20 at Hanceville, better known as Lee's Corner.  It's an old established rest stop consisting of a little store, restaurant and gas station.  It was completely destroyed by the fire.  They had a dozer leveling everything in sight when I came through.  

I pointed it west and after about 30 miles turned back off pavement looking for a camp.  Headed into a place called Farwell Canyon and located an old homestead along the Fraser River.  Beautiful spot to spend the night.  Petey and I hung out, walked the river and explored the old homestead.

 Camp for the night.  Fairly recent gravesite on the right of picture.  Not a bad place to spend eternity.

 Short climb above camp gave you a better view of the Fraser.

 Hoodoo's across the river from camp.

While out hiking that evening spotted these juvenile Big Horn Sheep checking me out.

  After a night along the Fraser I drove into Bella Coola the following day. There had been some small fires in the east end of the valley but nothing in comparison to what had occurred up on the Chilcotin Plateau.  The area containing the fire in the valley is remote and requires four wheel drive to access.  Normally, you can drive all the way up this particular four wheel drive road but they had closed off a portion of it due to fire danger.  I spent the first few days in the valley looking for bears before heading up in the backcountry.  The bear viewing this time of year is great due to the salmon run on the Atnarko River.  The grizzlies congregate on the river to fatten up for the winter.  With some patience you can usually find bears.

 Sow and her cub.

 I had driven up the old Tote four wheel drive road and hung out at an old homestead in the area.  I could hear these cubs bawling at each other before spotting them.  They were raising a ruckus down river and hoped they were headed my way.  Eventually they came around the corner and I got to watch them for about 20 minutes before they disappeared in the forest. This sow and her three cubs were a lot of fun to watch but never really got close enough for good pictures.  Additionally, the lighting was really bad.  It was a miserable ride back out of this area as Petey found a nice fresh pile of bear scat and decided he needed to roll in and cover 90 percent of his body.  I never realized just how bad bear shit smells until you have to sit next to a dog for 15 miles.  I dumped him in the river, which was freezing cold, but it didn't do much for the smell.  A cold bath with Eucalyptus soap when we got back to camp did the trick.  The damn truck smelled like bear shit for the next week.

 Couple of cubs keeping a wary eye on me.

 Sow fishing for salmon while the cubs keep pace.

Same sow and her cubs.

How people with money photograph bears.  The rest of us walk, sit and wait!  It's really a hit and miss proposition in seeing bears.  Biggest factor is having the patience to hang out all day in areas where they are known to feed along the river.  The surrounding forest is so thick in places you could be 10 feet from one and not know it. I've talked with people getting off a guided boat tour that didn't see anything all day wherein I'd seen several bears that same day.  The poor man method had also resulted in zero sightings where the money people had seen a bunch.  You just never know, it's mostly luck, but I would say that your chances of seeing bears are better via a drift down the river as you're able to cover a lot more ground.  Only problem.....$175 bucks per head for about a 3 hour float and that doesn't include lunch! I'll walk thank you.

After hanging out along the Atnarko River for a few days I decided to head up into the backcountry.    There are a few forest service roads leading up out of the valley.  They gain quite a bit of altitude and most require four wheel drive in places.  I had attempted to drive the old Chinook up one of these roads last year and couldn't make it.  This year, with the Toyota, I was headed in.  Your chances of sighting any grizzlies up this high are pretty minimal this time of the year but your chances of seeing black bears are good. The grizzlies come down when to feed and are congregated along the streams containing salmon. Black bears are more likely to be up higher in the meadows chowing down on blueberries.  Black bears and grizzlies are rarely seen feeding together.  I've watched black bears feeding on salmon before and as soon as a Grizzly shows up the black is gone.  A grizzly certainly won't do the same when a black bear shows up.  No doubt who is the boss in the bear world.

 About a 20 mile drive in will get you across a valley which holds the Purgatory Glacier.  The old forest road comes to end along a slope and this is your view.  An awesome place to spend the night.

 When travelling these backroads a little work may be required to get through in places.  Here, twenty minutes with an axe and a pull with the tow strap and I was on my way.

Sunset along the Bella Coola River running through the valley.

 Old forest service road into Odegard Falls.

Odegard Falls on the way into the Purgatory Glacier campsite.  These falls drop over 800 feet.

 Petey getting some hiking in near camp at the Purgatory Glacier site.

Headed back to pavement after a couple of nights in the backcountry.

(Part 1 of 2)