Winter in Yosemite. March 2015

Generally I try to do a couple of winter trips. Real ones – with camping in the snow. This year’s winter trips were either rainy or too warm. The trip a couple of weeks prior to Ludlow Hut was very wet with cold rain pretty much dominating the weather. However, by this time (early March) the weather became quite warm – almost as warm as in late spring. Yosemite would be a good place to go, however, the regular Yosemite winter route – Badger Pass to Glacier Point – was outright closed, let alone plowed. Lassen NP could be a good choice. But it is a bit far.

My friend Girish had a childcare-free weekend so, mostly, he had to come up with something to backpack on a short notice. As a result, Yosemite worked fine. In fact we could have done some very nice summer routes without the hassles of crowds and permits (the permit was self-issue at the entrance). The planning for this trip was a bit last minute. I actually had to pack on Friday evening a hour before start. It was a bit more stressful for me than usual, but I managed.

Friday, March 6, 2015

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Stars Above El Capitan

Driving was through Fremont where my team member leaves. It was on the way and since he would be driving I was obligated to go there. It wasn’t too bad and we made it to Yosemite by about midnight. The air was clear and crisp, but there was no sign of snow. However, there was enough light to make some night photos. We picked a site in one of the walk-in campgrounds and settled for the night. Again, this would have been an impossible feat to do in Summer.

Saturday, March 7, 2015

Beautiful weather in the morning. Very early morning. Since we arrived to Lower Pines campground a bit late the only empty site we could find was on the way to the toilet. As a result the other residents, who probably went to bed earlier,  started using it very early in the morning. Then those giant Yosemite ravens started most probably looking for food and discussing something with each other. Regular campground life. We broke the camp and headed to Curry Village for some food and campground payment.DSC_5402

We reached the designated 4 mile trail at about 11AM. A bit late, but doable. Left the car just on the side of the road with the full view of Yosemite falls and headed up. Nice. I fish this park was like that in Summer.

The trail was reasonably crowded. We met one group of “campers” going down (they really stayed at the hut). The rest were just day-hikers. Since we started a bit late most of the people were already going down. We, on the other hand, were slowly progressing upward. We had to carry quite a bit of weight, especially all the water for two days.

DSC_5431We reached Glacier Point at reasonable time – still light and sooner than I expected. There were still some people walking around. It was a bit strange looking for a place to put our tent. Generally this area is used as a viewpoint in Summer. Essentially it is a parking lot. In normal Winter it is covered by snow so it doesn’t look like a parking lot and have no people. Now – it was like camping at a vista point in a national park. Doable but weird. Eventually we picked the little hut designated as a Geology Hut. Luxurious, with even better view. There was just a little problem which we would find later.

Closer to sunset the day-hikers disappeared. There were a couple more people staying overnight. However, there was no-one in the Ski Hut. In fact it was open so we could have just stayed there. But then it wouldn’t be camping.

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We did a lot of different night photography after dusk (memory is cheap), before full moon came up and flooded everything with light. It was nice and not cold at all.

Sunday, March 8, 2015

Camping at the Geology Hut turned out to be not that much fun. It had very nice springy wooden floor that transferred any movements everywhere. As a result, I could really feel any Girish’s movements and especially his walking. He got up early to get some dawn photos that I’m yet to see.

DSC_5507After simple breakfast we slowly started down. There was no rush – just 4 miles all downhill. We saw the first person right below the rim of Glacier Point. It was kind of early. But it turned out that this day was the time change. We saw some people climbing uphill while enjoying easy hike down. We made it to the car by 1PM or so. It was still there on the side of the rad without any ticket.

It was a nice trip. The sad part was that this nice trip was made possible by almost complete lack of snow this season.


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Winter Trip to Ludlow Hut. Feb 2015

Once again the California drought, exacerbated by the climate change, is messing up our snow supply. Not only did we have only a couple of real storms, but the snow also fell as rain. People here were watching, longingly, at the feet of beautiful snow that inundated the North-East.

Somehow I managed to get in touch with one of the Sierra Club leaders. In particular a leader who primarily leads winter trips. I’ve asked him about some trip requirements what looked quite technical. After that he asked me if I want to come on this trip. The weather reports promised nasty cold rain, which is actually much worse than snow, but I didn’t want to say no. We were also not camping, but staying in Ludlow Hut, which could somewhat mitigate the bad weather. In the end there were only three people in the group, mostly due to the incoming rain.

Friday, February 5, 2015

Starting the regular driving. The leader graciously agreed to drive his Subaru in the rainy weather, which would behave much better than my Prius. Not only that, he also let us stay at his parents’ cabin in Truckee area (and thus he probably knows the area much better making for efficient drive). We stopped at Dairy Queen for some supper. I never knew they sell sandwiches. The name Dairy Queen generally brings up images of ice-cream or milk shakes.

By the time we reached Tahoe the heavy rain turned into wet snow. Highway 80 was slowly moving. The CHP blocked the parallel streets to all traffic except the local access. Our leader had to tell them that he lived locally. We were wondering why CHP did that. One idea was that Google maps was probably rerouting people around the main blocked area. However, there was still danger in driving on new snow without chains and CHP was trying to enforce this.

The leader’s family had a simple mountain hut – an A-frame but with all the amenities. Lovely place to stay during Summer or Winter. Just have to mind increasingly smart neighborhood bears.

Saturday, February 6, 2015

The morning weather looked fine. At least nothing was coming down. After a simple breakfast and release signage we headed to the trailhead – McKinney-Rubicon trail, which is apparently world famous. By the time we found a place to park it was actually sunny! Lovely. That would have been a very nice weather.

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Ludlow Hut

We parked a bit away from the main trail head. It was, however, occupied by the smelly 4-wheelers. The main trail was more like a road. It was expected – a similar forest road was leading to other huts. I gather it was also needed for the 4-wheelers. They probably could hammer through the forest, but that would eventually create a road anyway. Yesterday’s snow added a lot of water all over. We have to almost do a couple of river crossings. The weather slowly turned by the time we reached the hut. It was actually snowed very well.

I was happy to settle in the hut and watch the snow falling. It had everything needed, except solar lights. However, the other members wanted to hike up some local mountain (Lost Corner Mountain) and I had to go with them. I didn’t want to look weak even though the weather looked more and more nasty.

We reached the peak fine – hiking up a snowy mountain on snow shoes isn’t that hard. But there was nothing to see except very thick fog. Oh well. By the time we reached the hut everything was wet. At least there was a decent stove with some ability to dry things out.

We spent the rest of the day in the hut burning one of the stoves and drying the equipment. Wet snow was falling periodically with more or less rain. Somehow Sierra Club has this tradition that a trip leader would actually bring and cook the dinner for the group. Very nice. I’m a bit lazy with my trips. But probably the difficulty comes from negotiating what people want to eat. If everyone was no picky with food it would have been a lot easier, but that generally isn’t the case.

Sunday, February 7, 2015

Morning was semi-clear – cloudy, but nothing was falling down. Again the team wanted to do a dayhike.DSC_5326The view was better this time, but it was clear that a change in weather was coming. By the time we reached the Hut it was snowing again.

The slog back to the car was nasty. It really started coming down mostly rain. I suppose dry cold snow would have been fine, but that wasn’t the case. I was drenched, completely. Even my socks were wet. Somehow I managed to keep the insides of my pack dry. Thankfully the leader wasn’t particularly picky about getting his Subaru wet. I brought some change of clothes, but not that much. Also, changing outside under rain would make new closes also wet.

It was sad that the weather wasn’t really wintery. But other than that it was a nice trip. And I also located one more of the Sierra Club Huts. It could be useful for future visits. Ans I med a cool Sierra Club snow trip leader. Perhaps we can do more trips in the future.


Photos.

Map.

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Winter in Chester. December 2014

The long trip this year was out of question. Sad. As a result I was looking for some nice place to spend the holidays. Something homy with lots of snow and good food, preferably not too far. I like the state of Oregon and I also like B&Bs. So it would be nice to spend Christmas weekend in some cabin far away in the snowy woods, with good food and skiing. I’m not sure if it even possible. Still, I couldn’t find anything reasonable. The places were either too expensive, too remote, or already booked or closed.

Bidwell House DrawingSo after some extensive searches I found a place called Bidwell House in Chester, CA. They were closed on Christmas holiday, but seem to fit all the rest of the parameters. The house was really cute. And with all the recent storms I was really looking forward to the winter cabin like experience. The place actually had a web camera to look outside on their green yard where the Summer weddings are held. Initially it was covered by wet snow, but by the time Christmas ended the snow melted and it was all green grass again.

Surprisingly, we were not the only people staying at the same time. But the place was empty with only a couple of rooms rented. I’ve picked the cheapest one called McKenzie Suite A. Not because I’m such a cheap skate (which I am), but because it was a top floor small room. Just good enough for two nights.

Friday, December 26

The B&B hosts actually required in the reservation the time we would be arriving. Why, you may ask, they set this restriction since I’m paying for it and a regular boring Hotel usually open 24/7. Well, generally good B&Bs are someone’s houses. As a result it is not reasonable to expect people to attend to your every wish, including late arrival, because of that. Fensalden Inn people, for example, were actually very particular and were waiting for us to come, to give keys to the room and the house and such. As a result we had to leave Sunnyvale in the morning. I was also not cooking forward to driving at night.

Initial traffic out of Bay Area was heavy. I suspect people were trying to take advantage of holidays, good weather, and fresh snow at Tahoe. However, after about Richmond the freeway became clear – no one really wanted to go to Lassen NP I suppose.

We’ve gotten to deserted Chester almost by the nightfall.  The last parts of the drive were a bit iffy due to the freezing temperatures and some small amount of black ice. The Bidwell House was deserted too, as expected. However, it was open. There was another outdoorsy looking couple in the house who also just arrived. They showed us an envelope with keys to our room and the rules. That was it. It seems as if anyone can come and stay. Only later I found that there were many cameras installed around the house. On the other hand no one really would be wondering around freezing Chester in winter.

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The Bidwell House was nice. Large old house (though it was moved when the lake Almanor was created) with giant fireplace that had lots of Christmas little houses on it. There was also a local gorgeous outdoor cat. We found her wandering around the grounds in the freezing cold, which didn’t seem to bother her. She had so much lush colorful fur to protect against the cold that she probably felt fine. I’ve let her inside.

There was also lots of magazines to read, local activity and historical books, tea and coffee, and sherry, but no chocolate covered almonds. Aside from no snow it was just what I expected.

For dinner my other half selected a Chinese place – highly recommended Happy Garden. Well, it seemed that the reviewers had no idea how the real Chinese food taste like. And the restaurant owners were happy to change their cuisine to fit the local perverted ideas. Since I knew how Chinese food taste the Happy Garden was way a disappointment. Seriously, never expect a good ethnic food in small towns that are not populated by the said ethnicity.

Saturday, December 27

Beautiful bright freezing morning. Best time to go visit some nature. We had great breakfast at the B&B appropriately. It included omelet, juice, and dessert served by very friendly hired staff. Interestingly they had many different types of forks for different dishes in the meal. Very classy. We had a good chat with the other couple staying in the inn. They were also surprisingly from Sunnyvale. They were visiting all the national parks in California. I believe Lassen was their last. Very sporty people. But they were complete newbies to backpacking.
DSC_0080Among all the activity literature that the B&B had I finally found the one that we could both do – Lake Almanor recreational trail. The trail followed the West side of the like and was mostly flat. Surprisingly there were many trails around. In the National Park, of course, but also in many Forest Service lands around. Our fellow guests went to see some waterfall North East of Lassen. It just required several hours of driving.

Outside the town of Chester was sunny, cold and deserted. Maybe people went away for Christmas. It was possible that the lake Almanor surroundings were just tourist resort type of place. As a result, it was deserted during Christmas weekend. How nice. One down side was that there was pretty much zero snow.
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Obviously I had t miss the trailhead. It was right off the CA-89. Instead I went to some gated lakeside summer houses. But eventually I found a spot that looked like a parking lot about a mile off the proper trailhead.

The Lake Almanor recreational trail was mostly flat, clean, wide, and paved. It would probably be great in summer on a bike. Especially if you are staying in one of the those campgrounds on the shore.

Lake Almanor was low. It was clearly visible. About 4 feet low. There was no snow, but there were different frozen entities in the forest like some old frozen mushrooms or ice covered logs. All in all we did about 12 miles of hiking.

We cam back right at sunset. This day I was really looking forward to some good local food. The B&B had some recommendations and the best looking one was Red Onion Grill. Little dd I know that the person who ran (and maybe owned) the Bidwell House also owned the said restaurant. Well, the B&B was ran fine, so the restaurant should be too, though the food quality depends a lot on the cook.

I’ve ordered some giant egg burger and Rita had lamb again. The burger was good, just too large. So big that I didn’t have space for dessert. Restaurant was very sparsely decorated. It had good sized outside patio with some view of the lake. It was probably very nice in summer. Now it was all dark and cold.

After dinner I walked around Chester a bit to shake that burger down. It was cold and dark and deserted.

Sunday, December 28

My plan was just to drive back – days were short and the drive was long. I found this scenic California highway 70 called Feather River National Scenic Byway that looked interesting and on the way. The breakfast was good – tasty and different from the day before. The Bidwell House seemed to be a popular place. The lady there told us that they were booked for every weekend in Summer for the weddings. It was a nice place to have a wedding.

DSC_0089The drive was great. Feather river road was not busy, clean, sunny, with many stop points to see the tamed feather river. One of our power companies dammed the hell out of it – there were power stations one after another almost entirely removing all the beauty out of this natural river. At least they didn’t make another Lake Almanor size reservoir. In a couple of places there were small hot springs coming out of sheer rock. In addition to that I managed to hike PCT, a very short section.


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Thanksgiving in Mendocino. Thanksgiving 2014

Once again we are spending Thanksgiving around Bay Area not-backpacking. Last year we went to Mendocino. Also due to the same reason. How sad. Perhaps I should figure out some sort of interesting route in the Southwest that could be done in 3 or 4 days. Winter is not the nicest time, but going there during the best time – March – is a bit difficult (vacation time).

The Thanksgiving Day itself was spent in semi-idle resting. Rita had some patients in the morning and we went to see the Hunger Games afternoon to the local movie theater which was for some reason working. At least there were no problems with tickets.

Friday, November 28

We visited our friends for a post-Thanksgiving gathering and then headed to the rain in Mendocino. Rita wanted to try different places instead of the lovely Fensalden Inn we stayed in last year. As a result she picked two different places – one in Mendocino proper and one in Fort Bragg. None of them B&B, which was sad to me. All hotels, in the world, are more or less the same. B&Bs at least have some uniqueness in them.

Since we started a bit late right after sunset I had to drive through the night into the upcoming rainstorm on the never-ending highway 128. That drive is nice in good weather. But with the wall of rain in the dark it wasn’t much fun. At least it was empty except for several frogs who enthusiastically tried to cross it. They were really lit up in the headlights. I hope I didn’t kill anyone. Eventually the drive ended at the expansive Mendocino Hotel, which was the accommodation for the day.

The hotel was very old bar/staging place/hotel. It was also probably brothel at some point. Old, of course, was by Mendocino standards. It had a lively restaurant with was bustling with activities at the dark time when we arrived there. At some point the owners also acquired some more places around because our humble room was in a house across the street. There was nothing special about it other than color broken TV and working fireplace. The hotel provided two of those per-packaged artificial logs and matches. The logs were easy to light, but they didn’t really want to create a good fire.

Saturday, November 29

Since this hotel didn’t provide any food in the morning we had to scramble. The good thing was that Mendocino had several very nice coffee shops within walking distance. Well, technically the whole town is within walking distance.

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Art

Mendocino is tiny. There is a nice ocean view trail, lots of little galleries and specialty shops, and some restaurants. That was pretty much what we were doing there the first half of the day. I liked some works. There were many very beautiful photos. Some were just weird or too expensive. After lunch we visited the currently being held art festival. Then headed North to Fort Bragg.

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By this time the short late November day was already over. But it was just the right time for the attraction of the day – Festival of Lights in Mendocino Coast Botanical Gardens. They really lit up the place with very elaborate and creative light installations. Some of the stuff, like this dragon, was also moving. The garden also had a large fire pit with provided marshmallows to roast. There was also a pavilion with guitar music and hot cider and vine. Very nice. Good thing that by that time the on and off rain of the day had subsided.

The difficult part was to find a place to eat. Mostly because of too much information. One can pull up Yelp and find several places around. But then their rating were that good, which may or may not be true. People like or not all sorts of things. Eventually we settled on Herons by the Sea for some seafood. There wasn’t a whole lot of choices and I didn’t want to drive South to the fancier places there. The food in Herons by the Sea was OK, that is after we found the place. I just had this slight suspicion that it wasn’t the best quality and probably laden with chemicals. Like the Mexican cooks there didn’t care for it. The place also looked shabby and cheap – like a McDonald’s.

Sunday, November 30

Morning in rainy Fort Bragg was a bit slow. The whole downtown was close aside from one or two places that were packed with hungry people. The wait time was about 30 minutes. I was tempted to just drive down to Mendocino for their food. Yelp again directed us to this highly recommended place called David’s Restaurant. Yes, it was highly efficient and clean. But the food was just regular diner food same as in Denny’s. The people there all seem to know each other. I had an impression that they all came to this place after Sunday church. After this we headed South.

The rain stopped and left this beautiful clear weather. It was like it washed away all the dirt and smog. The sky was the usual after-rain eventful – clouds and some sun. Much more interesting than clear blue.
DSC_0049The main goal, aside from getting home, was to stop for some mushrooms. There should be lots of them with all that water. There were some at this park with a beach access, but the main place to see was the Salt Point State Park. This was the place we visited 2 years ago and gotten some training on mushroom picking.

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One Boletus

Well, we were not the only people with mushroom picking idea. In fact Mendocino had some sort of even just a week prior all about mushrooms. There was even one place serving wild mushrooms soup, but they were out when we asked them. But this also meant that the Salt Point State Park was stripped clean. We could see trails that people made in the grass. I did manage to find two Boletus and many slippery jacks. Enough for one dinner, if I knew how to cook them best.

There was one park ranger who stopped to probably check on Rita in the car while I was coming down the hill. I was afraid he’d give a ticket. But he checked my two mushrooms and said that it will be enough for a dinner. He was the one who mentioned about all the people in this park.

Then it was all drive back. Good thing it was still light so that I could enjoy the ride. We stopped at Bodega Bay for gas. The gas station was old. The station attendant used binoculars to read the numbers of the machine from the shop building.


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One command ftp with error reporting

In the previous post I’ve wrote a one line ftp control using expect. It looked pretty good and it worked. Then I stumbled upon curl … and I had to rewrite the script. With curl the entire script could be made much simpler and faster. Here it is:


#!/bin/bash
#
# Curl array ftp wrapper
#
# ftp to/from <system> as user ftp

verbose=0

usage() {
    echo "Transfer files using ftp"
    echo "usage: `basename $0` [-v] get <system> <remote file> <local file>"
    echo "       `basename $0` [-v] put <system> <local file> <remote file>"
    exit 1
}

if [ "$1" == "-h" -o "$1" == "-?" ]; then
    usage
    exit 1
fi

if [ "$1" == "-v" ]; then
    verbose=1
fi

num_arg=`expr $# - $verbose`
if [ $num_arg != 4 ]; then
    usage
fi

args=("$@")
cmd=${args[`expr $verbose + 0`]}
target=${args[`expr $verbose + 1`]}
file1=${args[`expr $verbose + 2`]}
file2=${args[`expr $verbose + 3`]}

if [ "$cmd" != "get" ] && [ "$cmd" != "put" ]; then
    echo "Invalid command '$cmd'"
    usage
fi
if [ "$cmd" == "put" ] && [ ! -e $file1 ]; then
    echo "Source file $file1 doesn't exist"
    exit 1
fi

# set the verbose variable
curl_verbose="-s"
if [ $verbose == 1 ]; then
    curl_verbose="-v"
fi

if [ $cmd == "get" ]; then
    if [ $verbose == 1 ]; then
        echo "Copying file from $target:$file1 to $file2"
    fi

    curl $curl_verbose ftp://$target/$file1 --user ftp:ftp -o $file2

else
    if [ $cmd == "put" ]; then
        if [ $verbose == 1 ]; then
            echo "Copying file from $file1 to ftp://$target/$file2"
        fi

        curl $curl_verbose -T $file1 ftp://$target/$file2 --user ftp:ftp

    else
        echo "Invalid command"
        if [ $verbose == 1 ]; then
            usage
        fi
        exit 1
    fi
fi


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Expect ftp with error reporting

I had a problem that required automating access to the ftp file transfer. This could be resolved with a simple expect script. There are many expect scripts on the net. However, they are all seem to be overly optimistic with the results. I wanted a script that could handle different errors that could occur during ftp operation. So I wrote my own (or improved someone else’s script). Here it is. Any constructive comments are welcome.


 #!/usr/bin/expect
 #
 # Expect ftp wrapper
 #
 # ftp to/from system as user ftp

 set timeout 10
 set verbose 0
 proc usage {} {
     puts "Transfer files using ftp"
     puts "usage: eftp [-v] get <system> <remote file> <local file>
     puts "       eftp [-v] put <system> <local file> <remote file>
     exit 1
 }

 if {[lindex $argv 0] == "-h" || [lindex $argv 0] == "-?"} {
     usage
 }
 if {[lindex $argv 0] == "-v"} {
     set verbose 1
 }

 set num_arg [expr [llength $argv] - $verbose]
 if {$num_arg != 4} {
     usage
 }

 set cmd     [lindex $argv [expr $verbose + 0]]
 set target  [lindex $argv [expr $verbose + 1]]
 set file1   [lindex $argv [expr $verbose + 2]]
 set file2   [lindex $argv [expr $verbose + 3]]
 
 if {$cmd != "get" && $cmd != "put"} {
     puts "Invalid command"
     usage
 }
 if {$cmd == "put" && ![file exists $file1]} {
     puts "Source file $file1 doesn't exist"
     exit 1
 }

 exp_log_user 0
 if {$cmd == "get"} {
     if {$verbose} {puts "Copying file from $target:$file1 to $file2"}
 } else {
     if {$cmd == "put"} {
         if {$verbose} {puts "Copying file from $file1 to $target:$file2"}
     } else {
         puts "Invalid command"
         if {$verbose} { usage }
         exit 1
     }
 }

 set ftp_result 0
 spawn ftp $target
 set timeout 2
 expect {
     "Name ($target:admin):" {
     }
     timeout {
         puts "Error connecting to $target"
         exit 1
     }
 }
 send -- "ftp\r"
 expect "Password:"
 send -- "ftp\r"        # change to your password
 expect "ftp> "
 send -- "binary\r"
 expect "ftp> "
 send -- "prompt\r"
 expect "ftp> "
 set timeout 40

 send "$cmd $file1 $file2 \r"
 expect {
     "227 Entering Passive Mode" {
         if {$verbose} { puts "Start transfer" }
     }
     "local: $file1: No such file or directory" {
         puts "Local file $file1 is missing"
         set ftp_result 1
     }
     timeout {
         puts "timeout on start"
         set ftp_result 1
     }
 }

 expect {
     "150 Opening BINARY mode data connection" {
     }
     -re {(\d+\s)(.*\n)} {
         puts "ftp error occurred: '$expect_out(1,string) [string trim $expect_out(2,string)]'"
         set ftp_result 1
     }
     timeout {
         #puts "timeout2"
         set ftp_result 1
     }
 }

 if {0 == $ftp_result} {
     expect {
          "226 Transfer complete." {
              if {$verbose} { puts "Transfer complete" }
          }
          timeout {
              #puts "timeout2"
              set ftp_result 1
          }
     }
 }

 expect "ftp> "
 send "quit\r"
 expect "Goodbye."

 exp_wait
 if {$verbose} { puts "Result $ftp_result" }
 exit  $ftp_result

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Canadian Rockies. Sept 2014

Prologue

One more Labor Day week-long trip that I had to plan. Last year’s one to North Cascades was great. This year I wanted to do something easier. Well, not that I wanted, but I wanted to bring Rita and thus the trip should be easier. Two ideas were in the running:

  1. Driving around Vancouver Island. In my trip to WCT I found that there are many lovely places on Vancouver. Nothing much there – mostly wet nature and fish (wild salmon). The actual salmon fishing is a bit expensive (~$1000 per day), but I thought that we could just buy the fish, if necessary.
  2. Canoeing in boundary waters. This would be a trip similar to the trip to Algonquin, just in US. I went to Google maps and searched for outfitters in the area. An outfitter would supply the necessary gear and sometimes housing. I found a lovely place called Tuscarora Lodge way in the boonies. They seemed the nicest to me (not trip pedaling and the website had all the info I was interested in).

We settled on the second one. Mostly because Rita said that we never went to the East side. Then I was feeling bad that the rest of the group (the cool kids) were going to Canada. At some point I’ve gotten sad and asked the leader of the Canadian trip if he had any spots and he did. That’s how we ended up going to Canadian Rockies and Kootenay NP in particular. The plan was simple: we fly to Calgary on Saturday, then do the famous Rockwall Trail for 5 days, then do some day hiking in Canadian Rockies for a couple of days and go home on Sunday.

Saturday, Aug 30

We missed the train. By 2 minutes! I could see it going off the station. How sad. That wasn’t an insanely early train – 7:10AM. I just thought it was leaving at 7:15AM. I probably misread the station. For the future reference – at least 10 minutes lead time before train schedule. Then we had to wait for the next train which was coming in an hour. Its time was cutting very close. I should have just picked a taxi right away instead of wasting one hour waiting. I tried calling a couple of local companies, but they had operators that couldn’t speak English at all. So we barely made it to the busy airport a bit more than an hour before the flight by skipping the last BART section by using a taxi. Since stingy United didn’t put enough people by the time we reached the counter it was too late for them check us in. Then we had to go to the first class line and be put on stand-by list for the next flight at 1PM. We should have flown Southwest from SJC. Luckily there was room on the next flight and we gotten to Calgary at reasonable 4PM.

One note about the plane we flown in – Canada Regional Jet 700. It was a relatively small 4 row airplane. When it left San Francisco with its stable weather it was fine. When it was flying high above clouds it was fine too. Once it went into the cloud layer – it started shaking like an autumn leaf in the wind. There were probably some areas of low pressure inside the cloud layer. As a result, the plane would sometimes just drop unexpectedly, which was rather scary.

After the usual long hassle with the rental cars we finally headed out to Banff. The drive was nice. Mostly due to the lovely green pastures around.

The mountains came up suddenly – there was all green farmland around, then they just sprung up. And very close to Calgary proper, just about an hour. Then we drove to Banff and the humongous Tunnel Mt Village campground. I have to admin that Canadians have nice campgrounds – free hot showers, hot water and soap in the toilet. Other than that the campground was fairly standard.

After setting up tents we went to Banff town for some dinner. It was a bit after 9PM and the only place open was The Old Spaghetti Factory.  It is easy to choose when there is no choice. I’ve had some honey based beer and spaghetti with seafood. Good enough.

Sunday, Aug 31

Our first night in the Rockies. Woo hoo. It was a bit chilly, but manageable. The tent, though, got loaded with dew. There was some packing in the camp and especially chasing around a very persistent small squirrel. Rockies_2014_021 I had to run after him all the time otherwise he would steal any food left unattended. After packing we went to Second Cup coffee shop for some breakfast before the road.

The town of Banff was very busy with tourists in the morning. The weather was good – warm and sunny – and people were going about their respective plans for the day, whatever touristy activity they could handle this day. Banff looked like any other outdoors gateway town – like Aspen or even Pucon. One can stay in a nice hotel, do some nature stuff during the day, and return to their stake in the evening. Not much different from any other amusement park.

For the Rockwall Trail we had to do a car shuttle. We left Valerie’s car at the finish and drove the other two to the starting point. Canadian parks have very nice clean trailhead parking lots, not paved, but outfitted with good toilets and maps. There were a lot of day hiking possibilities in Kootenay starting from many small parking lots along Icefields Parkway.

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Start Group Photo

Finally, the hike started. The weather was good – a bit cloudy, not too hot or cold. Just how I like it. We crossed a very azure Vermillion river and started up the trail. The forest burned out several years ago and was all green and new for young pine trees and wild flowers. The trail was simple – just cut on the side of a mountain. We could still hear the busy highway, but it was going more and more soft the further we went. There were beautiful clouds rolling over the sharp sedimentary peaks. Interestingly there were these mountain slopes empty of trees where avalanches went down. They looked like ski slopes at a ski resort.

We met some people coming down from Floe Lake our destination of the day. They said that the lake was pretty and that they also were snowed in the night before. Sweet. There was some dude that we sort of picked up at the trailhead. He was alone and was concerned or scared to do a hike to Floe lake by himself due to bears. So he joined our group – no bear in the right mind would want to mess with us. After the main climb started he joined some other group going back.

There was a pretty significant climb right before the lake – the lake itself was on a plateau above the main ravine. We had some brief rain shower but nothing major. As soon as it was done the weather turned back to sunny+cloudy, there was even rainbow. I like the changing weather. When it is always sunny it isn’t that fun. After the climb the campground was right around the corner.

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View of the Floe Lake from the eating area

The campground was well-organized and maintained. It had several areas with nice flat beam lined spots to put tents on (then people won’t put their tents anywhere). It had a chicken wire lined outhouse (not sure why). There was a very luxurious bear cabinets (can’t even call them bear boxes). And there was eating area with tables and benches with a nice view of the lake. Can’t even call it backcountry camping really. What the campground didn’t have was the nature’s gifts like berries or mushrooms. I expected for some blueberries, but there were very little. There were some mushrooms, especially in that young pine forest, but they were mostly slippery jacks and some other weird ones I didn’t dare to pick up. We did our chores, cooked the food, stared at the lake, some even did some hula-hooping, and retired a bit after sunset, which was around 9PM.

Monday, Sept 1

Relatively lovely weather – a bit cold, but dry, there was even some sun. We had breakfast by the lake, even though we forgot to tell Val about it. There was even some therapy sessions. After all this the group started the ascent of the Numa Pass.

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The group on Numa Pass

The ascent wasn’t very difficult – just walk. The trail was there. None of the snow cowered scree nonsense. The further up we went the more alpine the nature looked. Above the tree line it was only grass with a lot of plants that looked like carrots and some mushrooms.

Once we went over the pass the group really booked it down hill. With all this booking they missed a large group of mountain goats on the slope of the mountain. I suppose they succumb to a very common notion to push miles as opposed to enjoy the process. I do that too sometimes and have to remind myself to slow down, look around, and smell the air.

The other side of Numa Pass was much greener. It was a nice forest. There were no signs of a recent fire. There were some mushrooms – different types, but not much use. Not much berries though, which was sad. But the views from the trail were great. The Canadian park service didn’t believe in easy trail construction. Though the trail didn’t just run straight up the hill, they didn’t really do soft switchbacks either – something in-between. So with this nice trail and good crisp cloudy weather we were in Numa campground just a couple of hours after lunch.

Rockies_2014_231The campground had the same design as the Floe Lake one the day before – a toilet, several flat tent spots, and eating area far away with good number of bear cabinets. There was no lake, but a little river. The cooking area was across the river. We had time to set up, cook, do some hula-hooping, even had some campfire.

Besides our group there were other people at the site. One group of Canadians (with a very well-trained dog) and one group of Europeans on vacation. These Europeans were on their 7th day or something like that.

Tuesday, Sept 2

It started raining, not a lot but all the time. It was raining all night. The trees as usual would make the rain feel in the tent like it was a deluge. I didn’t want to get up and get out of the tent to all this wetness. I wasn’t looking forward to the wet rainfly, wet backpack, and heavy load. There was some talk the day before about turning back due to some faulty equipment and the coming inclement weather. But the direct route was close – there was some sort of notice at the eating area describing that the bridge on Vermillion river was out.

We huddled in the trees from the rain for breakfast. After some discussion the decision was made to go back. At least it was known what we were facing. Going forward was all unknown.

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Rain pants, rain jacket, rain fly on the backpack, some people used ponchos. Rain everywhere. Rain was coming down relentlessly. It was a long hard slog up hill to the pass we just crossed the day before. No one really spoke, make jokes or something. People were just silently pushing up and up, wishing for this to be over, at least I was. It would be nice to look forward to a dry warm cabin or something, even a storm shelter would be sufficient. But that luxury wasn’t coming. To add to all the water, the further up we went the colder it became eventually turning into wet snow. What was it? Beginning of September? And the pass wasn’t that high.

We reached the Floe Lake after lunch. It was still raining. It actually sucked to go back. But the leader made the decision and group needs to stay together. Good thing that there was a ranger cabin at the campground. It was locked, but it had a pretty substantial porch – large enough for us to huddle together out of the rain. The rangers had some class – they built their cabin with a nice view of the Floe Lake and the mountains. A small reward for the hard work they were doing. The cabin had a thermometer. It showed temperature went down to 2˚C.

I’ve hanged the rope inside the porch in the futile attempt to dry something. Some of the plastic material things like rain flies or muddy gaiters dried. Closes – not at all. Just Rita’s feet were completely wet. Her GoreTex boots as expected couldn’t hold that much rain. With the food and cold most of the booze were gone too. After that people just went to their respective tents trying to get warm. It was way early but what else could we do.

Wednesday, Sept 3

The rain seemed to have run out. There wasn’t much going on in the morning. We did the chores and in silence started on the way back. I don’t know about the others but I had this defeated feeling – we didn’t finish the planned route. But arguing with nature can have very detrimental consequences. You can have your plans, but the mountains can just say ‘no’ and there is nothing you can do. I mean – nothing you can do to change their mind. You can fight it, but at your own peril.

It was nice crisp weather. No sign of rain. The mountains above were dusted with fresh snow. There were some signs of bear activity on the trail (droppings and steps), but that was about it. We didn’t have any more wildlife sightings. Rockies_2014_318 The group made a good progress going downhill. By the time we reached the trailhead it was sunny and warm. I managed to dry all my gear in the parking lot while the car shuttle was done. There was a forest service worker in the parking lot taking care of some maintenance. He said that he never change his plans due to weather – just wait and the weather can change. Oh well.

After everything was packed we went to Radium – a small touristy town with lovely hot springs. The town was on a plateau. There was a nice park service campground called Redstreak on the hill overlooking the town. From there through some lovely pines we could see the enormous lumber yard below. The campground wasn’t that cheap, but it had all the amenities including how shower. It was also almost empty.

After setting up tents we went to have some food. After some usual wavering we settled on Back Country Jack’s place. It had lots of meat, something like all you can eat chicken or something. Rockies_2014_321 I’ve ordered salad and Rita ordered ribs so we could share. The ribs were sweet from the sauce. I should have ask for them to be just salted and peppered like V did. But there wasn’t too much food, which was good. Those ribs looked big, but there were mostly bones. After the food we headed out to the hot springs.

The Radium Hot Springs belonged to the Canadian park service. As a result it wasn’t fancy and it wasn’t expensive. Passes were about $6. They also rented swimming suits, even the old style ones – classic, very cute ones. They looked like half wetsuits. The hot spring had one large heated pool and some smaller pools. There was also a lap pool, but no one was swimming there. The large hot pool had very nice borders. They were designed in the way that a person can lay his/her head on it comfortably and enjoy the water. The water, though, wasn’t very smelly. It was just warm.

After the hot refreshing soaking in water Suji was trying to get some ice cream. There was a specialized gelato place, but it was closed. We had to settle for a gas station products.

Thursday, Sept 4

Cold foggy early morning get up. No sign of rain. Even though the get up time was quite early I didn’t really sleep. Mostly because the giant lumber yard woke up even earlier and started doing some heavy machinery work generating quite a bit of industrial noise. We went down from the mountain plateau where Redstreak campground was situated to get the coffee fix from a small coffee shop Meet on the higher ground coffee shop. The started driving North on the Icefields Highway to see the sights.

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Group Photo

The Icefields Highway represents the quintessential touristy destination. If allows people to see most of the natural beauty of Canadian Rockies, take the proper amount of travel photos and then retire at some nice place after that while fighting the crowds of tourists doing the same. We kind of went into the same mode, except for the hotel. Since we started a bit early we managed to see some of the places without too much fighting for parking spaces. But eventually the hordes of Asian tourists reached us too. There was a stop for some nasty looking lunch and continuation to Columbia Icefield. Well, not that I knew where we were going. I was just following the leader – it was all new to me anyway.

Wilcox Pass sits on the other side of Icefields Highway from Athabasca Glacier. The nature on it looks like alpine tundra though the altitude and latitude isn’t that high. The hike was relatively easy, aside from some blister fixing. Rockies_2014_451 But at some point it became very windy and cold, even snowing. We did make it to the pass and gotten some great views of what left of Athabasca Glacier and some local wildlife.

After that it was all driving all the way to the lovely town of Jasper. As I’ve said before we weren’t following crowds to their hotel. Instead we followed one very long line to the Whistlers campground. Seriously, the line to register was long and very slow moving. There was enough time to get out of the car and move around. Enough even to read the weather report – no rain, but very low night temperatures – down to -2˚C. Interestingly, the members of our car who visited this place before, were disagreeing on what they did and where last time they were here. How sad. They visited Rockies just a couple of year ago. This made one more reason for me to keep writing these trip reports.

The dinner food was in the town of Jasper, to go. By the time we set the camp and gotten to the town it was already 9PM. Still light, but most of the places were closing soon. There was one fancy game burger joint, but they had waiting like as far as the eye can see. I had to settle to some Americanized Chinese food. Mostly because Rita have chosen it and it was cheap and fast. I didn’t understand why she couldn’t tell the cook to make something authentic. The real Chinese food would be much better. Then there was a campfire, shared food, and drinks. But people didn’t really stay long because it gotten cold.

Friday, Sept 5

Following the established routine we went to Bear’s Paw Bakery in Jasper to get the breakfast. I don’t remember which of their pastries I gotten, but I do remember the coffee. I wanted something unusual and not a plain boring regular coffee. So I wisely ordered espresso macchiato, to go. It was probably very good, but I don’t need a caffeine fix – I need how liquid with milk to go with my pastry and there just wasn’t enough of that in a tiny cup of macchiato. I ate my humble pie and drank Rita’s coffee. I should remember the names for things I order. After that we started driving back to our friend Athabasca Glacier for some glacier hiking.

On the other side of Athabasca Glacier the Canadians built a new sparkling Icefield Center. It has nice views of the Athabasca Glacier, probably some information and activities, food of course. It must be nice to sit inside this center with some hot drink and watch the glacier (though the views are not as good as from Wilcox Pass) if the weather is horrible. But this particular day was blessed with great sunny weather. As a result, the entire group except for the two deserters who were unwilling or unable to go on the glacier went to do the glacier walk.

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Preparation for Glacier Hike

The main parking lot for the glacier closeup was further from the main touristy thoroughfare. It was ol dusty remains of the glacier from long ago covered with dry glacier silt. There were people there to do the simple “view of the glacier” hike. The rest were going with some outfitter companies. Or there were these unique characters like us with their own equipment and skills (one hopes).

At the close encounter the Athabasca Glacier looked a lot larger than from the distance.Rockies_2014_556 It was the same case of no reference. There were some people participating in the glacier abuse activities that could be used as a reference, but they couldn’t really indicate the real scale of the glacier.

What was that glacier abuse thing? Somewhere roughly in the middle of the glacier someone created a relatively flat area. There there were a whole group of snow buses laboriously going over very steep moraine to get to that flat area. I suspect it would be difficult to effect that mass of ice which is Columbia Icefield. But aside from spewing horrible amounts of diesel soot this looks like a gondola down the Great Canyon. Seriously people – if you want to get glacier experience put on crampons and walk it. Which was what we did. The truth was that the park service put many signs about the dangers of playing on the glacier full of crevasses. Well, this was similar to signs in Yosemite and Grand Canyon. It was a National Park after all. But we were prepared.

We played around on the glacier for a bit. I even gotten one bottle of glacier water.Rockies_2014_570 On the way back it became a bit interesting. So usually if someone wants to get on the glacier he/she would have to go along with some of the guide companies that probably charge quite a bit for that. This was not Chile after all and thus the guides were experienced and the clients most probably had to sign a very thick stack of papers. Those aforementioned guide companies most likely had to cut some kind of deal with the Canadian park service. Seeing some people just going on the glacier on their own would cut their busyness, so say the least. As a result when we were going back there was a guided group coming up. V tried to select a route such that we won’t meet this group. But their guide kept changing and trying to meet us which he did. Then he started asking “who organized this trip”, “was it a led trip?”, etc. He was trying to probe if we were cutting into his business. Funny.

After the hike which finished in the afternoon we just had a couple of minutes to get some food at Icefield Center. I thought to get some soup and fruits. Then I changed my mind because there was no time to eat it and it was late already for the upcoming dinner. We gotten into a small quarrel with Rita who, as usual, couldn’t decide on a short notice. As a result we had to eat some bowl of Pho and fruits in the car. No exactly the best place considering that the car was very packed.

The final resting place for this day was Lake Louise Campground. There was also a line to register. However, the campground was not at all full. Perhaps all those people pulling these giant trailers made it seem that the line was long. It was a standard Canadian campground with free hot showers. What was interesting about it was the high electric fence going around it and electrified cattle guard on the entrance road. I suspect they have gotten tired of all the bears coming in and harassing the uninitiated tourists. Personally, I wouldn’t mind of seeing some wildlife.

Within a walking distance from the campground was a small shopping area. Regular stuff – gas station, small strip mall, a couple of restaurants, some sort of visitor’s center. We picked a people said new place across from the strip mall called Mountain Restaurant. Personally I didn’t care that much – I was still full with Pho and this area would be full of touristy food like that so-called Chinese food the day before. This place most likely had a Korean cook because it had Bulgogi on the menu. I’ve ordered some sort of blueberry burger for Rita and I to share and some local beer. That was quite enough.

On the way people people drive but Paresh and me walked. The campground was close, the weather was crisp, and the food just sat in my stomach and needed some digestion. Besides, there was not much to do anyway.Rockies_2014_590The walk was actually very short. On the way I managed to take a long exposure photo of the starry sky. Bu we also managed to get lost in that wast campground. The group set up a campfire and was talking by the time we came. It was a lovely evening. Just Rita asked me to take a shower. It was free anyway.

Saturday, Sept 6

The night was very cold despite the weather report promising +7˚C. In the early morning I’ve have gotten coffee (proper size this time) and two bobs – an egg sandwich in a bun – at a local coffee shop. Then we quickly headed to Lake Louise. Good thing we started early. It would become clear why on the way back. At least in the early morning we could get some reasonable parking spots.

Rockies_2014_604Lake Louise is a touristy spot with a nice hotel overlooking a beautiful glacier lake. The glacier is promptly melting with increasing speed. There were several hiking trails going around the lake and to the surrounding mountains. It was nice early in the morning – cold and not crowded.

The main trail lead to the Tea House. One of several. There were Europeans in the are who tried to establish a system similar to the one existing in Alps with Tea Houses, trails, and other mountain activities including skiing.

Eventually the trail just ended at a scree slope. Technically, it was possible to continue, but that was involving pure rather steep glacier travel – would have been fun if we had more time. For some reason the rest of the group went or stayed in the Tea House. I really like the trail end – slope with gorgeous view.Rockies_2014_668I could just sit there and enjoy the view. The weather was great – a bit warm and sunny. It was easy to see a lot of things. This sort of view usually makes you contemplate life’s bigger things.

On the way back to the car it became clear why we had to start early. Perhaps it was Saturday or just nice weather (I wonder how this place would be in rain or blizzard), but the main plaza between the hotel and the lake was just packed with people (V called it “meat market”). There was someone wedding taking place on the lawn in front of the hotel. It would be cool if the newlyweds jumped into the lake after giving their wows. But it would probably ruin their expensive garments – that wedding was probably cost a fortune. The entire parking lot was full with cars stretching down the road approaching the place. It looked familiar – like Mission Peak in good weather.

After that we did a pokien stop at moraine lake that was just as crowded. Beautiful lake, yes. But it all felt like Disneyland rather than a national park. That was the last touristy stop after which we went back to Banff for the last supper.

There wasn’t really any plan any more. Some people had an early flight and had to basically go to Calgary late at night. Two were staying in Banff for one more day. Rita and I were a bit in-between. We agreed to meet at 8PM again. Some people wanted to eat and some didn’t. Our small group ended up eating some Thai food over my objections. Thai food? Seriously? Couldn’t we find some Canadian stuff. I could get Thai food fine in Bay Area. Though to tell the truth I wasn’t sure what constituted Canadian food. Well, something that wasn’t available in Bay Area.

After the hasty dinner we congregated in local Starbucks hogging their WiFi, along with a bunch of other people. Thus the network performance was less than stellar. But we managed to book a hotel in Calgary. The town was actually closing. A bit after 9PM all that bogus gift shops (well, there was one good with genuine native American crafts) and restaurants were closing. By 10PM the town was deserted. There were some bars open dujing by the rowdy groups of youngsters going around, but that was it. Perhaps all the tourists retired to their lodges resting after a day of activities.

That was all. The car that was driving to the airport dropped me and Rita at our hotel in Calgary. The workers at the hotel were a bit surprised at this late arrival of the two dirty guests.

Sunday, Sept 7

Rockies_2014_702 Beautiful day in Calgary. I thought it was regular weather for early Autumn. I procured a city map from the hotel front desk and we went for a short walk around town to spend the half a day we had before the flight.

Calgary presented itself as a nice, flat, green town. Easily walkable. The main downtown had a couple of walking blocks. It was clean with some weird modern art installations. Isn’t it redundant – weird and modern? Most of modern art is weird. There was a tiny Chinatown. Really tiny – just a block or so of a mall. On one corner there were old women selling vegetables. Rita hassled for some goji berries with them.

She wanted to eat some Chinese food (again) and I wanted regular food. In the end we ended up with some bogus burgers in the airport waiting area. The bus ride from hotel to the airport was very simple. Strange that I so got used to California neighborhood views with their particular hot weather nature that the Northern climate, which should look the same as what I grew up with, always looks unusual to me. It sort of like Minsk, but not the same.

The airport US customs didn’t really present themselves in the best light. First they force you to wait at least 2 hours before the flight when you can start immigration processing. Then the man checking boarding passes didn’t wash his hands and left whatever he was eating on my passport. Then the immigration dude – the one who tells you to look at the camera – was also checking his phone all the time. Yes, I understand your job is boring, but perhaps you want to go work on the Mexican border. The rest of the trip home was uneventful. Aside from the extreme shaking of the same small airplane in the sky above Calgary.


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