Orocopia Mountains
January 16 -18, 2004
Trip leaders: Allan Schoenherr
& Alan Romspert
Trip report by Allan Wicker
Superb digital images by Allan Schoenherr's new camera!
The
one-l Alan,
He ain’t shavin’
The two-l Allan’s
Long hair’s a-wavin’
And I will bet
A gold medallion
There ain’t no
Three-l Alllan.*
*The
author’s attention has been called to Woody-- th’ real Alllen.
Pooh.
(With
apologies to Ogden Nash)
This trip was advertised as
featuring two Allans, scenic campsites, a historic mine, a railroad with a
picturesque wooden trestle, as well as rare plants and animals.
The meeting place was listed as 2.3 miles west of the Hayfield Road
exit off I-10. In reality,
the trip sometimes delivered more, and less, than advertised.
To illustrate, there were three, not two, Allans on the trip
but the trestle was iron, not wooden.
And as the Rudyard Kipling poem
goes, “east is west and west is east; the twain are one in the
same”—or did I get his refrain mixed up?
Besides, what is a 4.6 mile discrepancy among friends, especially
when drivers don’t notice signs put up for their benefit?
After leaving the freeway at
Hayfield Road, Ding and I took an unplanned westerly loop drive at
eventide. Back at the
Hayfield exit a second time, we followed the DE signs east to the meeting
place. We arrived after dark
to find Desert Explorers sitting in the usual campfire circle, their
shadows dancing on surrounding huge boulders.
The two advertised Allans were there:
Schoenherr (which,
incidentally, roughly means “handsome fellow”) and Romspert
(which means “computer memory specialist”). Remarkably, John Page was there, seemingly recovered from his
recent surgery. Nan Savage came in her can-do Subaru. Bill Ott, Lorene Crawford, and George Gilster also greeted
us.
Saturday morning, new Desert
Explorer member Kathy Taylor joined the group, as did a caravan of Betty
and Bob Oliver, Myrtie and Don Putnam, and Willie Walker.
The latter group had just driven through Joshua Tree National Park,
where a ranger in an approaching car judged that one of their vehicles had
strayed to the left of the centerline.
In her haste to accost the transgressor, the ranger allegedly made
a sudden U-turn on a blind curve, and nearly took out one of the West’s
most venerated relics: Don Putnam. After
examining the group’s documents, the ranger passed a paper to one
driver, setting the stage for further discussions at another venue.
Before we started out, Allan
distributed a handout describing the history of the Bradshaw trail, mines
in the areas we would visit, and a unique railroad that would parallel
part of our route. The weather was perfect and the group congenial.
A side wind even kept us from eating dust for much of the trip.
On the way to the Red Cloud Mine
site, Allan pointed out the remains of a smelter that the mine’s
promoters had built to help sell their stock.
The smelter was never fired up.
At the mine, we explored by foot several roads connecting different
mine shafts,
then headed back east to connect with the Bradshaw Trail.
Alongside part of the Bradshaw
Trail lies a railroad that was completed in 1948 to carry iron ore from
the Eagle Mountain Mine to the Kaiser Steel plant in Fontana.
More recently it has been used in several movies.
Allan told of once being on the road and coming upon a bunch of
abandoned police cars near the rail line. They baffled him until he
realized they were being used for filming a movie.
Depending on the outcome of pending litigation, Kaiser’s rail
line may carry several trains a day, hauling Los Angeles’ trash to be
deposited in the belly of the earth at the Eagle Mountain mine.
Recent flooding has eroded the dirt under both rails on some
sections of the line, however, so a major reconstruction will have to be
done first.
On our way to see the train
trestle, we encountered a sizable group of shooters scattered along one
side of the road. They seemed
an unruly group. Well
fortified with ammunition, they were shooting at propane tanks they had
scattered on the other side of the road.
Some of our group observed a Big Daddy in charge of the group.
I didn’t see him. I
kept my head down and my eyes straight ahead as we showered the group with
our dust.
When we had stopped to view the
train trestle
crossing Salt Creek Wash, three military trucks with guns mounted on the
back approached in a cloud of dust.
Before reaching us, they turned into the Chocolate Mountain Gunnery
Range that borders the road we had been following.
Our next stop was the wash below
Canyon Spring. On the walk to
the spring Allan and Alan shared their knowledge of the geology and
biology of the area. The
sediments in this area are of considerable scientific interest, evidenced
by holes where core samples had been taken.
The spring is a watering hole for Desert Bighorn Sheep; we saw
their tracks.
After a brief discussion of
whether to camp in the Canyon Spring wash, we moved on to Red Canyon wash,
which was a more comfortable distance from the shooters.
Red Canyon
provided the tranquility we sought, and Fiermeister Ott’s campfire
gave welcome warmth during happy hour and dinner in the evening.
Conversation topics included the morning’s encounter with the NPS
ranger, travel by sojourner Lorene Crawford to China (just back) and
Antarctica (about to go), frequent flier miles, and many other topics.
Most of us turned in before 9; Alan held out until 10.
On Sunday morning, the Olivers
and Willie Walker headed home after breakfast.
The rest of us assembled at 10 to explore Red Canyon and an
offshoot, Pinnacle Canyon,
in our vehicles. Allan
described the processes that had created various geologic formations and
sedimentary layers that we saw. Both
Allan and Alan pointed out various plant species.
Several times we enjoyed the verbal sparring between the two of
them about the name and characteristics of one or another plant.
Having viewed the wash, we headed
up a road that took us along the ridges above.
This was a stimulating drive, with several drop-offs where some
drivers, including me, chose to stop and get out to check the direction of
the road ahead, and to gain reassurance that there was, indeed, a road
ahead. This road narrowed into an ATV track. Allan, in the lead, suggested that we not follow him but take
a side road back down to the wash. We
understand that turning around on the ATV track atop a ridge was a
challenge, even for Allan’s keen sense of location.
After lunch in the wash, we drove
north on the beautiful and occasionally challenging ridge road that
bisects the Orocopia Mountains Wilderness.
At one stop we learned why some rocks are red on one side, black on
the other and white in the middle: actions
of different bacteria, some that do and some that
don’t require oxygen. After
a couple of hours we were back to the frontage road with I-10.
This
was a stimulating, informative trip—better than advertised.
Watch for future trips by this pair—they are an awesome
combination. Thanks, guys,
however you spell your names.


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