and the carrizo plain. maybe that sounds familiar? visiting the carrizo plain national monument is a favorite here, i've written about this place many times. do you remember the kit foxes we saw last month?! we thought we would try and find them again...
arriving after dark, to an empty campground, we fell asleep under a cloudless star filled sky.
next day brought sunshine and many things to see... raptors of all kinds, red tailed, ferruginous and prairie hawks, kestrels...
western bluebirds
a western fence lizard enjoying the warmth of the sun
we are at a native american heritage site, these are chumash indian bedrock mortars (grinding holes)
more grinding holes
we found wild melons, dried in the sun
painted rock is in the distance, to enter the area a permit must be obtained. after paying a small fee online, an email is sent containing the code for a locked gate. it's a short hike, approximately a half mile to reach the site
inside the rock, it's so quiet and still, the only movement an occasional raven soaring above and the whoosh whoosh whoosh of it's wings
we looked at the ancient rock art, we sat in contemplation, then eventually noticed there were people arriving on the trail, we should leave, let others experience the serene spiritual essence of painted rock too
on to the visitors center where we checked in with our friend, jackie. she tells us of the most recent happenings in carrizo, we add our sightings to the wildlife board (so far no foxes, but we have seen: pronghorn antelope, western bluebirds and a ferruginous hawk, prairie hawk). something else catches my interest, there is a notice, a guided hike was being offered to the ranch i wrote about here. and there was a new to us book, which included information on the ranch, a book about the carrizo's history, the people who immigrated and settled here. the author would be part of the tour too. we learned our friend jackie had contributed to the book, and we listened in fascination as she shared some of her memories of living on the plains. including learning why the historic name of carrizo was originally carrisa.
we bought the book, 'another place & time' and booked the tour, which is in april, and headed out again. on the perimeter of the national monument, it's possible to buy property. curiosity then led to this...
nearby is a small store and motel, neither are ever open when we pass by, but we always have to look. let's go see! we said. this time the store was open, but unfortunately not for long, it's closing for good soon. the shelves were nearly bare, but i didn't really notice anyway. what i saw were several large framed pieces hanging on the wall. dozens of carefully arranged native american indian artifacts. OH!
an elderly gentleman rancher came inside to offer assistance, 'store is closing, i'll make you a good deal'. can you tell me about these?! i pointed to the frames on the wall. our new friend was pleased to share his collection and his memories with us. we spent over an hour learning about how r had been searching for arrowheads, knifes and tangs on the plains for almost sixty years. he said this was a very small part of his collection. i asked if it would be okay if i photographed them (with my phone), when he said, here! and he took one of the frames off the wall. gently peeling off three of the pieces, two tangs and one arrowhead, he placed them in my hand. he wanted me to have them.
a horned lark
we couldn't stop thinking of how different this trip had been. we'd come for solitude and wildlife, and were deeply moved by our encounters with people, jackie, and r, our camp neighbors who we really enjoyed meeting and talking with, the cabin dream...
now we are standing in the middle of a lake. a lake completely dry. all that is left is salt, in various forms, dusty, powdery, and really really crunchy
there is chuck, taking photos, getting the good light, enjoying the view
we were no longer alone in the campground, but we were alone with our thoughts of a good great day
up early with the sun, peaceful, quiet
time to head home...
bye foxes, we'll be back...
these dusty dirt roads
remind of travel through namibia
hee hee, bye san joaquin antelope ground squirrel
and since this trip had been a lot of firsts, a stop at 'the place' in ventucopa, was in order too, we always pass it and this time we stopped. elk burgers!
xxx lori