Tuesday, June 9, 2015

Hike 2015.044 -- Tanoble Drive to Eaton Canyon Falls

Hiked Tuesday, June 2. It's been a week since my last hike, and obviously much longer than that since my last post. I keep hoping to be able to catch up on that, but it's been hard to fine time to even sort the photos, never mind actually writing the posts.
This last one was relatively short, but with an added twist to make it a little different.

As I've written before, the Altadena Crest Trail runs along the foothills above Altadena. It starts at the mouth of Eaton Canyon, just west of the bridge. It heads to the west, lands goes over pavement for a short segment near the mouth of Rubio Canyon, then heads up to the start of the Sam Merrill Trail. It then continues a bit to the west before petering out just a mile or so west of Lake Avenue. There are also several segments around Cheney Trail, and also down near the Arroyo Seco.
I chose the Tanoble access because it added a bit to the hike without making it too long. I just wanted to exceed my arbitrary 3-mile rule, which I'm sure I managed for this round trip.

There are several good climbs and descents on the way to Eaton Canyon. Once there, you have to cross the bridge, loop downstream a bit, before passing back under the bridge. Along the way to Eaton Canyon, you're high above the backyards of many Altadena homes.

You've also got nice views across the north San Gabriel Valley. Rather interesting to me was that the canopy of trees above the houses almost made it look like you were overlooking a forest rather than an urban area. From the lower angle, the treetops almost completely hide the streets and homes. Oh, sure, you can see them, but it looks like it's more forest than city.

There are still some wildflowers blooming, through not a lot. The only one I photographed here was the scarlet larkspur. They're still rare enough to be seen by me that I get a kick out of when I do see some.
In addition to that, there's a fair amount of Spanish broom, along with some Canterbury bell, and a smattering of other flowers, both wild and domestic.

Usually, I have the Altadena Crest Trail pretty much to myself. You'll see people, of course, but there's far more time alone than in sight of other people.

That also means it's pleasantly quiet, most of the time. It's always a little sad when I have to hike among people who have no regard for nature. They'll fling rocks up cliffs and at other rocks, and whack sticks against rocks until they break. Yes, I saw that on my hike. And we're not talking 12 year olds--these are folks in their late teens and twenties. They should know better, and even if it makes me sound like an elitist, I don't like it. And I don't like all the empty water plastic water bottles and potato chip wrappers I pass along the way.

I like to think that, given enough time in the quasi-wilderness, a wilderness ethic will take hold, and these kids will start learning to spend a bit of time in awe of their surroundings, rather than thinking of it as their own living room, to do with as they please, their fellow hikers be damned. But I have no way of knowing if they'll eventually change, or they'll change the norm of how people treat the wilderness-urban interface.
Anyway, aside from all that, the water was still running. These crazy May (and, now, June) showers have kept the water going a bit. It's still pretty low for spring, but better than it was in late winter. And I can still find a spot to get comfortable and take 1/3" to 1/4" exposures to get the nice veils of water on the various falls and rapids along the way.

And, of course, even in the canyon, there are moments of quiet, at least on weeknights. Not always possible on weekends.

I returned the way I came. Probably four miles roundtrip, possibly more. The return hike actually took a little longer than I thought it would take. Something like an hour each way, which, even at a slow pace, should be well over 4 miles, total.

Saturday, May 16, 2015

Hike 2015.036 -- Schabarum Trail, Turnbull Canyon Drive to Hacienda Blvd

Hiked Saturday, May 9. It's been a while since my last significant hike from here. Apparently, it's been five years since I walked much of this area. Apparently, it's also a lot greener a month earlier!
There's an annual star party I help support at a school up this way, so when ever that rolls around, I think of the Hacienda Hills. Unfortunately, this year's party got clouded out. Twice! Crazy year. So, no star party. But I was still thinking about the local hills.
My initial plan was to hike from Turnbull Canyon Road to the Hsi Lai Temple, then walk aruond there for a while. But, as so often seems the case on weekends, I got started too late for the whole plan to play out. Still, it was a pretty tiring walk.
The Schabarum trailhead on the east side of Turnbull Canyon Road is just south of the high-point for the road. It's a bit winding, and there are often people who are just driving the road for the sake of driving it. There's also motorcycles and bicyclist on the road, so you need to keep an eye out for all of these vehicles, sharing the road.
From the road, the trail head up to near the big power trans-mission towers that are part of the Tehachapi Renewable Power Transmission Project. There are large plastic balls on the wires, which make a loud humming noise, and I think are designed to help warn-off large raptors that occasionally get fried on lines like these.
Heading to the east, there are two trails that join in from the south: Workman Ridge trail and Worsham Canyon trail. Those two trails themselves form a nice loop of about 3 1/3 miles in length.

For the most part, the Schabarum (also called Skyline) trail runs along the divide between Whittier and Hacienda Heights. Earlier in the year, there are large swaths of the area covered by thistle, wild mustard and wild radish. By now, however, there weren't many flowers, at all. It was mostly just dried annuals remaining on the flatter, open areas.
In the deeper, less-accessible ravines, oak and walnut trees are more common. Down in those ravines, I assume that's where the deer hide out during most days. But, during twilight, I've often seen deer out in the open.
Because of the overcast day, the deer were out late, though still a bit skittish, and they kept their distance from me.

I walked to an overlook where I could see the Hsi Lai temple. This required a couple of street crossings. Two of them were small, but crossing Colima is a bit trickier. There's also a tunnel beneath Colima, but that's a little creepy.
Given how tired I felt after I finished, I'm assuming I covered between 6 and 7 miles, though it might have been less. At times, the trail is quite narrow, with homes on one or the other side of you, sometimes quite close.

I returned the way I came. By then, it had slightly cleared, and downtown was visible through the fog. Earlier, it had been entirely invisible.

Friday, May 8, 2015

Hike 2015.033 -- Huntington Library and Gardens, San Marino, CA

Hiked on Saturday, May 2. No, not actually a "real" hike, although there was plenty of walking where cars cannot drive. In that respect, it's sort of a hike.
I basically circum-navigated the gardens, then added a little loop to try to make it three miles. It was sort of an impromptu thing--my Saturday was getting away from me, and I didn't feel like making a longer drive to a hike destination.
I also figured it was fall, and things might be blooming. Hadn't planned on making it a mostly-humming-bird hike. But as I looped through the desert section of the gardens, there were plenty of flowers with narrow openings, perfect of hummingbirds and ambitious honeybees.
Bumble-bees and larger bees can't get their fat bodies into the buds to reach the nectar, nor, apparently, can butterfly tongues. That makes them a buffet for the small and the long-beaked, alone. (Incidentally--small bit of trivia-- an old English word for "bumblebee" is dumbledore. Presumably, JK Rowling thought the old headmaster of Hogsworth's looked like a bumblebee in his wizarding getup.
Most of the shots are 2x crops. This one here is one of the few with the full, uncropped frame. The one before it is a crop of this one.

I liked both because this one shows more color surrounding the bird, while the other crops help produce a bird with sufficient body size to be interesting.
With my lens and camera combina-tion, it seems like a 2x crop is the best mix of decent object size while retaining enough image sharpness to be compelling.
I also knew that shooting somewhere north of 1/1000 of a second is necessary to freeze the wings, at least at the up or down-beat. But, depending on the lighting and attempts at maximizing color saturation and depth of field, I sometimes had to drop below 1/250th of a second. Not an issue of the bird is perched still, but usually means a mass-less blur of wings. Still, the head body can be mostly frozen at that shutter speed, and it can capture some nice feather detail and texture.
Shot a *lot* of pictures in a relatively small area of the grounds. Or, put another way, I walked some pretty large sections without taking anything that seemed post-worthy.

Takes some patience and strategy to do this shooting. Some of that is due to the birds, while some is due to my fellow humans. Because, what I think I've discovered is, humans have a desire to see something special.
So, what I've found often happens is, people who are otherwise taking very few pictures and walking along at a typical pace will often stop and take an unusual number of shots right in front of where ever I have paused to set up.

Well, the non-paranoid take would be that they see the same sight I see and are trying to catch the same picture.
Except, often, that can almost certainly not be the case. I'm zooming in on something in a way that their phone camera can not possibly do, or using back-lighting or side-lighting to get colors or textures which, again, they can't possibly be getting, or trying to capture a reflection that only works exactly where I'm standing, and doesn't work as well even if you're right in front of me, or any number of specific strategies I might be working.
I actually sort of learned this by an unfortu-nate other photographer, whose image I was obstructing (unintentionally) when I first started shooting this scene. He stood back and out of the way, and used a very long lens to get his shots. I wasn't even sure he was aiming for hummingbirds until I noticed he was still standing off in the distance after a number of attempts on my part.

Once I saw what he was trying to do, I stepped off on one of the side paths, which probably made things better for both of us.

I didn't have a enough, fast enough, sharp enough lens to shoot from where he was, but I did find that if I stood on my side-path rather than the main path, people for the most part passed out of the line of shooting a lot faster. On the main path, they could see you were trying for something from a distance and spent a lot of time watching as they walked, trying to get your picture. But if you're on the side, they often don't even notice you. Or, if they do, they assume (correctly, it turns out) that you're trying something too specialized for them to bother trying to emulate your shot.

Well, I know from past experience that feigning a lack of interest or a focus on something to the side doesn't always work, but it worked pretty good here.

About three miles of walking on a Saturday afternoon. Enough to count as a hike.

Sunday, May 3, 2015

Hike 2015.029B -- Big Dalton Canyon to Above Mystic Canyon Trail, Glendora

Hiked Sunday, April 19. Five miles. It's been a long time since my last hike on this trail--about four years, it would seem.

This area got some heavy visitation from me during my first two 100 hike years. This was because, at the start of the year, I was looking for low-altitude hikes. Also, later that first year was the Station Fire, and that closed off most of the Angeles National Forest, so I had to try other places.
More recently, however, it just hadn't hit my radar. I guess that's because it's a little far to drive from my home compared to what I can see--it's basically the same appearance as anywhere in the front range of the National Forest, or the canyons of the front range, and I've got several alternatives with similar scenery that I can get to more quickly than here.
But this is a different place, and so it was always out there as a possibility. Then, recently, a facebook friend who lives in the area had posted pictures from trails off of Glendora Mountain Road, and it got me thinking about this area, again. And so, just about two weeks ago, this trail became my destination.
The trailhead is off of Big Dalton Road, which braches east off of Glendora Mountain Road, just a few blocks north of Sierra Madre Ave. However, it had been long enough since my last visit here that I could not remember how to get here. I took some sort of round-about way.

Instead, from the west, I should have taken the Foothill Freeway (I-210) east, to Grand, then headed north to Route 66, then Route 66 east, to Loraine, then north on Loraine, to Sierra Madre Ave, then north on Glendora Mountain Road, to Big Dalton Canyon.
As noted, I took a different route. On the plus side, my route took me past "The Donut Man," which I made a note of, with the intent of stopping here on the way back.

"The Donut Man," by the way, is a bit of a local celebrity, having been visited by Huell Howser on several occasions.

Somehow, my father had heard about this place a few weeks back, and was talking about wanting to try some of these crazy donuts that people lined up for all morning long to get.
So the plan, was, once the donut shop was located, I'd continue on to my destination (Big Dalton Canyon), take a short hike, then return to pick up those donuts.

Things did go according to plan.
I started my hike at Big Dalton Canyon camp-ground. I've never come by this place when any of the facilities were open, and today was no exception. So I parked my car, crossed the little footbridge, then walked "downstream." There was no running water in this creek bottom, which is pretty much the norm, at least in my experience.
There were a few puddles of water here and there, but, mostly, there was little beyond muddy patches. There were a few flowers blooming here, but not much. And, mostly, it was just phacelia.
After heading down-canyon for about 1/4 mile, I passed another access point, where the Mystic Canyon trail begins. It begins steep, and climbs rather quickly up out of the canyon.
A link to some of the trails in Big Dalton Canyon is linked here. It doesn't quite fit all the places I hiked, though. The Mystic Canyon section is there. The map then shows it intersects with the Lower Monroe Trail. However, the only signage I saw further up was for Dalton IHC. I don't know what IHC stood for. But where the trail split, I continued up the gentler incline before it re-crossed the steep Punk Out trail. Then I took the Punk Out trail back down to Mystic Canyon Trail, then back to my car. I'll estimate 3.5 miles for the day, give or take 1/2 mile.

Stopped at got my donuts on the way back. Pricey, but delicious.

Not much hiking over the week since my Oak Glen trip, and not even time to blog the hikes I've already done. Feeling a bit under the weather.

Friday, April 24, 2015

Hike 2015.031 -- Oak Glen Preserve, Los Rios Rancho to Preservation Point, Return via Oak Knoll Park

Hiked Friday, April 24. Four miles. I've hiked Oak Glen more than a few times, but hiking in the spring is a little unusual, and hiking in the fog was a new experience.
The fog made everything a little magical. It was gorgeous. Things I had seen many times before took on a whole new look under the fog.

At the same time, some things had changed.
The Wildlands Conservan-cy has been doing a lot of work here at Oak Glen. They've been doing a school program for quite some time. My impression is that the school program is growing, and the number of interpretive stations and signage has increased.
To some extent, I liked it better before all the signage, but that's because it looked more natural. However, the goal here is one of interpretation, so many stations and many plants are labeled, like an outdoor museum.

A school bus was in the parking lot when I arrived, and several more were there when I left. And so, as I walked, and, later, when I shopped, I tried my best to stay ahead of or behind the students. They had lessons to learn, and I had pictures to take.
One lesson they apparently learned quickly was that it's colder up here than down in Riverside or San Bernardino. Apparently, this is a lesson that is frequently learned, as the Preserve had a stash of jackets for the students to use during their visit. They also had adult-sized jackets, for the chaperons, some of whom, apparently, also come up here under-dressed.

I, myself, was also somewhat underdressed, except that I know I get warm fast when I hike, so I intentionally dress lighter than most.
So, although the temp-erature was in the low 50s and drizzly, I wore shorts. That's by choice, because long pants just mean more cloth to soak up the moisture and make me colder.
I also wore a hooded sweatshirt and my water-resistant jacket shell. For most of the hike, I kept that unzipped, but, for a break period, I did zip up and warm up a bit.

Yet, even with my many stops for photos, I was comfortable.

Of course, I knew it was a short hike. On a longer hike, I'd have brought something water-resistant for my legs, too.

So I parked in front of the store, walked into the Preserve via the slight detour (due to construction at the entrance), and walked on around what are normally two ponds, first. As it turns out, the upper pond was dry, however.
From there, I headed down the trail that heads towards the south end of the preserve, then headed up the very steep but short Preservation Point trail, then back down, and then up the eastern trail that heads to Oak Knoll Park. From there, you return right behind the store.

I'd estimate the total mileage about about four miles, perhaps a bit less. The only really steep part is on the Preservation Point trail, which makes a crazy-steep charge up the hill.

Once back at the store, I wandered on in, decided to by a small bag of gala apples (presumably picked and put into cold storage in 4-6 months ago--apples store well) and a strawberry pie. I ate some of the strawberry pie, already. Haven't gotten to the apples, yet. :D

Thursday, April 23, 2015

Hike 2015.029A -- Point Loma, CA

Hiked Saturday, April 18. Well, this isn't really a hike, but it was a nice walk and a very scenic spot. I was at Point Loma Nazarene University, to watch my nephew pitch for the home team.

The home team, by the way, claims they have the world's most scenic baseball field. And they very well may be right about that.

The field is near the edge of clay cliffs that rise perhaps 200 feet, above the Pacific Ocean. The wind whips in off the water, and, if it's blowing strong enough, hitting a home run towards left field is an impossibility.

Adjacent to the field is a track, and coast-ward of the track is a drop-off. Dorms are a level below, but still probably 50 feet above the ocean.

A small road passes through the university, and gets you both to the dorms and to the lower parking area with ocean access. You'll still have to walk some along the clay cliffs, and take some care not to slip along the way. But it's a gorgeous walk, because the ocean's right there.

Also, I observed, that if you go there in mid-April, at least, the flowers are blooming. Daisies were thick, wild raddish was not rare, and morning glory were mixed in. There was also some sage, and a whole lot of bees.
I took my time walking, though it's a pretty short walk--I doubt if it's more than 1/2 mile from the ballfield stands to the beach.

I've never gone down to the actual beach, though. I'm just taking pictures, and, in particular, I wanted to take pictures of surfers. That worked better from up on the cliffs.
I think everything posted here was with my Tamron 70-300 lens, which I still like.

It does have trouble focusing on moving objects. However, with surfers, they're pretty far away and not changing their distance from you very quickly, so the lens does fine.
However, the surfers are a pretty good distance out. I'm not great at estimating distances over open water, but I do know that, even at 300mm, the surfers were pretty small. All my surfer shots here were cropped to 1/2 the dimensions of the original shot.
Put another way, the shots I've presented here are the equivalent of a 600mm lens on my camera. And because my camera uses the APC-sized sensor, it already increases the apparent focal length of my shots by 1.5. So this is the equivalent of shooting 35mm film with a 900mm telephoto.
Well, not exactly. Because of the smallish sensor, you're sure to lose resolution when you blow your picture up. So, if I had 35mm, the shots might be a little sharper, if I were able to get the focus down.
The other thing that makes these shots tough (besides the distance) is the back-lighting. By early afternoon, the sun's going to be west of south. If you're shooting more or less to the west, the sun'll be at least partially behind them.
In addition, the surfers are wearing wetsuits, because the water's relatively cold. So a back-lit, black-suited indvidual just isn't going to photograph well against the bright white foam of the surf off Point Loma.
Nonetheless, I was semi-satisfied with my shots. Particularly when I shot bursts of shots, you could really see the surfer's carve the waves and make impossible twists and turns.
As noted previously, less than 1 mile of walking on this "hike." I did walk over a mile, doing circles on the track, and I did another 100 yards or so each way to and from the car. But nowhere near 3 miles, so not a hike by itself.

But I got some decent shots I'd like to share.

Still many completed hikes I haven'g blogged, yet.