On our route from Bishop, CA to Ridgecrest, CA today, we stopped at the Manzanar National Historic Site on our way south. This is a very important monument, reminding us of one of the most heinous acts ever taken by the USA (other than electing Obama).
It is a somber self-guided tour that takes the observer through the internment camp that housed over 11,000 Japanese Americans taken from their lives in America to serve time for what the Imperial Japanese did to foment WWII in the Pacific. The bombing of Pearl Harbor and other acts by the Japanese did nothing to warrant gathering the descendants of Japan ancestry and housing them, against their will, in this nightmare desert camp. Manzanar was the largest population center between Reno and Los Angeles, albeit it was a city of an unwilling population.
The image above is the saddest reminder of the sordid acts of the Franklin D. Roosevelt Administration; the graveyard at Manzanar with mostly unmarked graves other than one of Baby Jerry Ogata, an infant that died in captivity here who was as American as you and I.
We have been here before, but the sight of the residual camp always causes us to break out a tissue or two. Click on the image to enlarge.
We left Reno, NV, this morning only to return to California on US 395. Shortly after encountering beautiful Lake Topaz in Nevada, we drove through the agricultural check point that California maintains. The uniformed attendant asked where we were traveling from and just waved us through. (If it only were to check for legitimate US citizenship, it would be a great improvement, but that’s off-topic.)
The scenery along 395 along the eastern side of the Sierra Nevada Mountains through the Owens Valley is breathtaking. If you don’t happen to like the scenery, wait five minutes as you travel and it will change. Just moments before I photographed this rock outcropping on a mountain peak, we were in a forest of redwood trees and the road ran alongside a creek with considerable water flowing in it, whitewater in some places. Just after I took the photo, the road came to an overlook with majestic Mono Lake in the distance.
We left Santa Rosa this morning on our way to Reno. Instead of taking Interstate 80, we opted to go the scenic route up US 50 through the American River Canyon, through Lake Tahoe, Carson City and on to Reno.
I took a lot of pictures along the route all the way from wine country to the high desert of Nevada. I picked this one of the American River, North Fork to post this evening as we relax in our hotel. Tomorrow will present a lot of photo ops as we travel back into eastern California along US 395 to Bishop. Watch for more photos tomorrow. Click on the image to enlarge.
We’re in Santa Rosa, CA, tonight after a visit with our three granddaughters. This photo (thanks Damsel) has us posing with the youngest on the left (18), me (age redacted), the oldest (23 and due any day) and the middle (21). We were posing in front of the oldest granddaughter’s little house in old Santa Rosa.
We went to the downtown district and enjoyed catching up with what each was doing over a nice lunch of Italian food. After renewing our updates, we bade them farewell since we’re heading toward Reno tomorrow and thence picking our way back home via scenic routes when possible. Click on the image to enlarge.
Before we left Torrance this morning bound for Fresno, CA, we stopped at a convenience store to get ice for the cooler. Just outside the store, I noticed a small flower garden with Zinnias in several colors. I couldn’t resist pausing long enough to get a close-up of this orange beauty. Click on the image to enlarge.
We are spending the night here in Fresno on our way to Santa Rosa, CA, in order to be with our granddaughter on the occasion of her giving birth to our first great grandson. We will report further developments tomorrow when we arrive at the destination (a four hour plus drive from here).
After doing chores and some business at the old house in Torrance, we decided to get some fast food and take the short drive over the Palos Verdes hill to Point Vicente and have a late lunch. There is a nice park there overlooking the Catalina Channel with picnic tables, shade and a place for us and the dogs to walk.
Image: Point Vicente Lighthouse as seen from the park
The park wasn’t crowded and we enjoyed our lunch while a gentle pacific breeze kept things cool on a nice end of summer day in Southern California. It was very relaxing until our little boy dog got out of his harness and we had to chase him down. He finally slowed down and stopped running long enough for me to pick him up and get him back in the harness.
We visited my Mom today and brought lunch for us, my sisters, my aunt and Mom. It was a good visit, seeing family that we don’t get to see that often.
In Mom’s garden, there are several plumeria plants which have these beautiful five-petaled flowers. Click on the image to enlarge.
Wikipedia has this information about these lovely flowers:
Plumeria (common name Frangipani) is a genus of flowering plants in the dogbane family, Apocynaceae. It contains seven or eight species of mainly deciduous shrubs and small trees. They are native to Central America, Mexico, the Caribbean, and South America as far south as Brazil but can be grown in tropical and sub-tropical regions.
Damsel and I prepared our weekend dinners trying to keep from having our usual leftovers, which we consume during the week. But, since we are in California for the week, leftovers are a problem. Saturday, we grilled some pork chops with side dishes and on Sunday, Damsel cooked up some Southwestern skillet chicken enchiladas and the works.
The chops were consumed along with the side dishes, but the Southwestern dish (like a casserole) had some leftovers that we would have hated to throw out. Our bachelor neighbor, who lives across the road, gladly accepted the leftovers, since he was remodeling the bathroom in his house and hadn’t thought about dinner in his haste to finish his project. Damsel and I were happy to furnish him with dinner.
I took this photo of our house while I was coming down the hill from the neighbor’s house. As you can see, it was another beautiful day in the desert. Click on the image to enlarge.
Crepuscular rays swept the sky this afternoon just an hour before we had a nice late afternoon monsoon pass over the area. This actually was the follow-up to monsoons that swept through Wickenburg early this morning - like at four in the morning with lots of rain, lightning and thunder. It was quite the wake-up call, although we did get to sleep again to wake at our regular time. Click on the image to enlarge.
Eventually, we’re going to get the blown-in liner recommended by friends and the dealer, but, in the interim, we needed something to line the bed for our upcoming trip to K-stan. I bought this relatively inexpensive custom liner through Amazon; they have a feature that evaluates whether products they sell will fit my particular vehicle. Thus far, everything we bought using Amazon’s fit utility fits as advertized.
The reason we haven’t put in the blown-in liner is one of logistics. The folks that do that are down in the west valley and the job takes 2 to 2½ hours. We can’t just drop off the truck and do something else unless we BOTH drive the 43 mile round trip. We’re trying to be creative and figure a way to do it without sitting around for the duration of the installation.
In the meantime, the bed liner will spare the wear and tear to the bed of the truck when we load up the stuff to make the trip. Click on the image to enlarge.