The Perseids peak on the 12th and the moon is will be quite dark the nights leading up to this (waxing crescent up to 25% on Sunday the 12th). The moon will be setting around 11pm (or earlier if there are peaks to the west of us).
Click the first image below to see a Google Map of the area.
After visiting Tehipite Valley and Cedar Grove at least 4 times each, I had this curiosity about the trail-less section of the Middle Fork of the Kings River between Yucca Flat (at the confluence of the Middle and South Forks) and Tehipite Valley. A bit of Googling turned up a report by a guy named Ron Hudson who did a 4-day trip from Yucca Flat to Road’s End. You can read that report here:
http://climber.org/reports/1999/477.html
Another good article describes the area and John Muir’s impressions of it here:
http://www.summitpost.org/canyon/223342/kings-river-canyons.html
The image below shows the confluence of the Middle and South Forks of the Kings River. The Middle Fork is on the left:
(source: http://www.summitpost.org/image/233345/223342/kings-river-canyons.html)
Here is a map of the area. The route I hiked is in yellow:
I arrived at Yucca Point at about 10pm on Friday September 3rd and hiked down the 1000 feet or so of switchbacks to the confluence. It was windy all night and I didn’t bother hanging my food (I just clutched my new Arcteryx 50L drybag/backpack) and in the morning I could see the smoke blowing down the South Fork from the Sheep Fire.
I boiled some water for oatmeal at tea and was off up the Middle Fork by about 7:45 am. Ron Hudson had attempted this canyon on September 17th on a normal snow year, and I was trying two weeks earlier it in the unusally heavy snow year of 2010, so I can only assume the flow was higher. He mentioned he never had to swim, but I swam multiple times using my pack as flotation up the pools where the rocks and cliffs made it a more appealing option than going around in the rattlesnake and poison oak filled forest.
Late in the afternoon, after and tiring and stressful day of constantly making my way up the canyon, I made it to the entrance of Little Tehipite Valley. It was very reassuring to see Tehipite Dome in the distance up the canyon.
As expected, I saw a ton of nice trout in the river. When in the National Forest, the regulations say barbless hooks and catch and release only, but once inside Kings Canyon National Park, eating fish is allowed. There was a nice open area in Little Tehipite Valley with a great campsite complete with benches and a grill.
The highlight of the trip was arriving in Tehipite Valley, quickly catching a couple of trout and frying them up with garlic, shallots and ginger over the fire in my campsite in the desert area beneath the Dome. The tehipite fire had burnt a good portion of the west side of the valley, so I stayed a little further east than usual. A warm wind blew down the valley all night.
On the trip I saw a juvenile rattlesnake, a large kingsnake and what I believe was a coral snake. My biggest fear on a trip like this was being bit by a rattlesnake. Here is a video I took of a California Kingsnake:
That or slipping and breaking an ankle alone in an area where you can hike all day and usually don’t see a soul.
In the morning, I was hiking upstream by 7:45am. You could still see some smoke in the air from the Sheep Fire as the sun was rising over the Monarch Divide.
There were a ton of annoying flies that were impervious to insect repellent and constantly divebombed into my ears and eyes. I found myself walking for miles using my arms as human windshield wipers for gnats. Kinda took the pleasure out of an otherwise nice morning hike. The bugs did lighten up as the day went on and there were some beautiful sections of forest. Until around this point, I hadn’t seen anyone. Then I bumped into a big guy who calls himself Hidey Coyote and had 20 days worth of food in his pack. My 3-day pack was only about 25 pounds and I needed every bit of weight savings for what was to come.
My initial plan had been to hike cross-country up Kennedy Creek to hook up with a trail that went over Kennedy Pass to Cedar Grove, but after looking up the 4000 foot creek canyon and being unsure whether it was passable, I opted for the surer route over Granite Pass as Ron did. I knew that if I didn’t call my Dad by late Monday night, he would get worried and likely launch a search effort for me, so I had to make it out by then. What I failed to notice was that Ron took four days to do what I was about to do in three.
After wasting some time trying to find the best place to cross the river to the South side, I reached Simpson Meadow at about 3pm. Unexpectedly, I saw a pretty blond ranger preparing for something near some bear containers. She said she was not a ranger (just a botanist) studying the meadows and was actually about to help with a search and rescue (SAR) and “had I seen a middle-aged Korean woman”. Hidey Coyote was about as far from an asian woman was you could get, I said. When I asked her if I was heading the right direction to the switchbacks, she said “Ah, you’re gonna climb the Bitch”, and told me I’d better bring a lot of water and that I could drink straight out of Horseshoe Creek without filtering it (the rangers do it all the time).
The switchbacks were long and arduous. It was clear to me now that I had bitten off more than I could chew. I climbed at about a rate of 1,000 feet per hour from 6,000 feet up to 10,000 feet. There were some big bear tracks here.
I climbed until the sun set and then kept on climbing. These were the worst switchbacks I had ever encountered.
I didn’t reach water and a suitable campsite until after 9pm at Dougherty Creek. After descending about 1,000 feet in the darkness, I found a great campsite that was stocked with firewood. I made a big fire to warm myself up and cooked some cous cous with more olive oil, garlic, shallots and ginger. I was a bit worried about my 45 degree sleeping bag, but the bivy sack I brought added about 10 degrees of warmth and I was fine at night after wrapping my safety blanket around me to get an initial bit of heat. My body was sore and aching after 13 hours of hiking that day.
On Monday morning, I rose early and climbed up to the 10,700 foot Granite pass.
My knees started aching when descending Granite Pass, and I still had 6000 feet to go! The rest of the day was a surreal drudgerous ordeal. I had brought my iPhone 4 in order to use the Topo Maps application, but it turned out that listening to music and a book on tape was exactly the distraction I needed to get through the day. I passed through lovely meadows and the smoke got thicker as I descended toward the floor of the South Fork.
I stopped to refill my water bottle at Tent meadow and had a conversation with a guy who told me his son uses a thing called a Spot Tracker when he goes on solo trips. I’ll have to get one of those. There are some nice flowers in the Tent Meadow area.
I listened first to Mason Jennings, and decided I would take my Mom to see him to the Friday night show at Yoshi’s in SF when I returned. Then I continued listening to “The River Why” on tape which my Dad had recommended and I thoroughly enjoyed. The last couple thousand feet took what seemed like an eternity as my feet were moving so slowly. The pines on the flat valley floor slowly getting closer and closer but always remaining far away.
When I finally reached Road’s end, I jumped off the big rock into the river which felt fantastic. A ranger gave me a ride to Cedar Grove and introduced me to a couple of guys who work in the caverns who said they would take me back to my car at Yucca Point. We stopped along the South Fork to watch the “controlled” burns envelop entire trees and shoot off cascades of sparks in the night. It was beautiful, but I wouldn’t try to hike the whole thing in a three day weekend again.
Well, the monsoon was too much for me to take. I think it was the mold that started sprouting up all over my apartment (on my clothes and bed) that finally put me over the edge. Luckily, my company was understanding and let me come home a few weeks earlier than originally planned. Plus, my little bro (who also works at Solution Set) came to visit for the last three weeks so it wasn’t so bad. He worked in the office with me for a week, then we headed to the Himalaya for 10 days, then another week of work and we flew home on the same Jet Airways flight direct from Mumbai to SF.
The trip to the Himachal (my second) was epic. We rented Enfield 500′s (WWII style motorcycles) and did a 800 Km loop from Kullu (on the wet side of the Himalaya) to Spiti (on the dry side) and back. Here’s a link to the photos:
http://picasaweb.google.com/damien626/spitimagic
Our flight from Delhi to Kullu was cancelled due to heavy rains, so we spent a day wandering around Delhi and visiting the National Museum which had some excellent sculptures. We ended up taking the 13 hour bus ride to Kullu instead, which would not have been complete without an emergency roadside diarrhea attack.
As we pulled out of Ankit’s compound on our massive bikes in the rain, Steffen let off the clutch too fast and nearly crashed. I’m sure Ankit and his brother Panki thought we had no chance of making it back in one piece. The first day was the roughest. Steffen crashed twice (once on a steep hairpin turn and once crossing a creek) and I got drenched in muck after slipping out in a huge, foot-deep mud puddle. 9 hours of riding later, we were in bed knowing we had 9 more days of this ahead of us.
Despite numerous landslides and the most precipitous roads (highest in the world) I’ve ever seen, we made it back to Kullu with nothing more than a scraped toe and a sunburn. We teamed up with a couple of girls from Alaska touring on mountain bikes, a Belgian named Bavo (the Bavo Lama) and Amir, just out of a 4 year tour in the Israeli army.
Once we made it into Spiti (once part of Tibet) the clouds disappeared. We visited the highest village in the world (Kibbher) and played with children, ducked our heads into 10th century monasteries where the Dali Lama goes to get away and took turns playing a drum in a prayer room that overhangs the village of Dankhar. The highest pass we crossed was 4500 meters and we camped at a lake nearby called Chandertaal.
Before the trip I had a wicked cough and I felt healthy by the end. When back in the monsoon-denched subcontinent, we had a farewell lunch with the Persistent team, bought gifts for family and ate tandoori chicken at Palm Shades in Majorda every night (usually with an Old Monk and Coke). It was a great experience, but I am definitely glad to be home in sunny CA.
I haven’t been able to properly capture the monsoon rains on my camera yet. If I were more experienced and had a tripod I would love to show you the enormous bolts of lightening that streaked across the sky just before the big rains hit. I would use a slow shutter speed to show how the drops of rain are so dense and hard that they penetrate my North Face shell as I am riding my scooter to work. Luckily, the Crab Key restaurant in the Shangrila Hotel is just across the street so I don’t have to go far when it’s pouring rain.
The ocean has become too rough to swim in and the deserted beaches are now littered with miles of garbage that has washed up.
New plants and animals are coming to life. After the first pre-monsoon showers there was a butterfly hatch one evening and hundreds of thousands of blue and black butterflies were floating up the beach on a northerly breeze as the sun set. Now that it is so wet outside, all kinds of critters are coming into my house, like this praying mantis.
I’ve also been playing a game of cat and mouse with a couple of rats. Of course there are the spiders, too.
At least the weather has cooled off, but now when you hang your clothes to dry, they don’t. I have to admit, I miss the sun and I wish I were in California for the summer. At least my brother is coming on Saturday and we’ll be taking off for the deserts on the northern side of the Himalaya to escape the rain.
NOTE: DON’T MISS THE LINK TO THE FLICKR PHOTOSET AT THE BOTTOM OF THIS POST! Himalaya means snowy mountains (just like Sierra Nevada) so it was natural that I’ve been wanting to check out Himachal Pradesh in northern India out ever since my friend Jenny Scott told me about the Parvati Valley a decade ago. Turns out that my friends Jason and Erin were going to be visiting India for 3 weeks, so Jason and I met in Delhi to head into the mountains while Erin (aka Schneids), relaxed at at my place in Goa at the beach.
Jason had just spent two and a half days in the hospital in Jaipur with typhoid and it showed when I first laid eyes on him in Paharganj. He was emaciated, pale and greasy and the shithole that is Paharganj wasn’t helping. He’s a pic of the dirty Delhi alleyway outside our hotel.
Our 9 days in the Himalaya was just what he needed. We breathed fresh forest air, swam in clean clear rivers, climbed snow-dusted peaks and made friends. By the end of the trip, both of us felt healthy and restored.
There is so much to say about this trip that I would have to write for hours to share it all. We hunted for yellow berries along the river Tirthan with Audaz, ate Cendrella’s organically grown strawberry Jam, heard Lobu sing traditional Pahari songs, waded through fields of wild marijuana, and wandered through remote villages that see only a few outsiders in a year and still grind their own flour using watermills.
The wildlife of the Great Himalayan National Park did not disappoint. As we climbed the forested slopes, pairs of bright blue monal pheasants would take off and glide down the valleys while hoots echoed off the rocks and trees. Pine martens scampered across the fields. Herds of friendly goats munched on the mountainsides as enormous griffon vultures soared above and below us.
At first we had planned to just rent equipment, but our uber-guide, Ankit, informed us that you need a guide to enter the GHNP. Somehow we ended up with a guide (Ses Ram), a cook (Dilip), and two porters (Lobu and Prathap). They showed us things we never would have found, cooked us insanely good meals (they actually hauled around a pressure cooker) and just generally spoiled us. By the end of our trek, we had laughed and played music with them around the campfire and were so glad we didn’t go it alone. 
The local villagers were extremely friendly and offered us chai whenever we arrived at their village. We sat among carved wooden houses with slate roofs and attempted to talk with them (with Ses Ram as our translator) and promised to send the pictures we took back to them. We even witnessed a yearly celebration of the departure of the godess Galadurga from the village of Karongcha complete with bugles, drums and singing.
Most of our trip was spent trekking, but we did have a little time at the end to explore the area by bus and ride bikes from Manali to Kullu. The Kullu valley is filled with wheat fields and apple orchards and surrounded by snowy mountains. Of course there is the omnipresent Indian garbage problem, but here it is easy to be distracted by more beautiful things.
Since I don’t have the time to tell all the stories, definitely check out the photo set that I have put on Flickr for the trip here:
In Palolem there’s a great restaurant where you sit on the sand underneath a big banyan tree and eat Thai food to your heart’s content while listening to chill music. I was really digging the songs they were playing so I spoke to the owner and he told me how a guy from Europe had made two mixes for him: morning and evening (each with over 100 tracks). He ended up burning me copies of the morning and evening mix which I’ve been listening to at home. Whenever I hear a song I really like I look it up and I’ve discovered some new artists that I like such as Panteon Rococo, a ska band from Mexico City. But the artist I’ve fallen in love with is Lisa Ekdahl. She writes and sings most of her songs in Swedish, but her vulnerable voice is ideal above a bossa nova guitar. I was intruiged by the guitar behind her brazilian-style jazz tracks and after some research learned that the guitarist is Paul DiBartolo, a very interesting character who I would love to meet someday. The track “Daybreak” is incredibly good, however the one that speaks to me most is “Open Door”. I’ve uploaded the mp3 for you to enjoy.
Click here to download it (right click -> “save target as” works well).
The office is located in the Verna Industrial Estate next to drug and telecom companies. As is true everywhere in Goa, cows and wild dogs roam the streets of the “electronic city”. Persistent Systems Limited has its headquarters in Pune, but operates offices in many other cities in India. The company is backed by Norwest Venture Partners (a client of SolutionSet), and recently went public. Many of the currentPersistent employees in Goa worked in the same building but for ControlNet, a company headquartered in Campbell, California but with 80% of its staff here in Verna. When ControlNet was having a tough time marketing its telecom software (apparently its networking software was doing better), Persistent bought them out. The building has 3 floors: ground, first and second. SolutionSet takes up most of the SS (Second floor South) section of the building seen below with the bougainvillea on the balcony.
If the surrounding industrial estate isn’t exactly the picture of cleanliness, at least the inner courtyard of the office offers sanctuary from the surrounding heat and pollution. It has a lovely garden (a snake was spotted the other day) and pantries where you can make tea and toast any time.
People typically take one of the many shuttles and coaches operated by Persistent to transport the employees from the surrounding towns to Verna. The morning shuttles arrive at 9am and there are departing shuttles at 6:15pm and 8:30pm. It’s not uncommon for people to be at the office from 9am to 8:3pm, but people do take frequent breaks and play table tennis (TT), and other games. Two of the people who are often here until the last coach are Nandhin and Sunit (as seen from my desk).
They both commute from Margao. Except on special occasions, everyone eats at the free cafeteria on the 1st floor which serves vegetarian Goan and Indian food. It’s not bad. Overall, its a pretty damn nice place to work. The offices are air-conditioned (often too much) and there is a friendly, relaxed atmosphere. I usually eat lunch with a crew of Goans, and the conversation often leads to recommendations of where I should go the next weekend, differences between India, Goa, and the US, or how much I overpaid for something. I’m getting to know the PHP team pretty well since I interact with them a lot, but the .NET team has been heads-down working on the San Francisco Symphony website that just launched (http://www.sfsymphony.org/) and the EFI Partner Portal, so I haven’t gotten to know them as well yet. Here is a picture of the entire SolutionSet Goa team (click for higher resolution) .
At 6:30 pm the caterers put out snacks for us. Typically its South Indian stuff like samosas or batata vada (fried potatoes). A mixture of Konkani, Hindi and English is spoken around the office. The environment is a LOT different from downtown San Francisco at 2nd and Mission, with the bustling business people and various lunch eateries, but the work itself isn’t. Writing a spec, zoning into a tricky piece of code, or sitting on a hour-long conference call is the same wherever you are.
This post is taken straight from an email I sent:
Yeah, I’m learning my way around. I know Goa already better than some
Goans…its the Geographer in me. I’ve been riding my motorcycle
everywhere. On Saturday I had an interesting experience. I was
trying to reach this rain forest preserve in the mountains and I
thought I’d take the back road instead of the main road. As soon as I
got on the back road there was a line of about 1000 dump trucks at a
complete standstill in the left lane (my lane). There was a fairly
steady stream of dumptrucks going the opposite direction, so it took
me a while to weave on the side of the trucks get to the problem which
was a one-lane bridge. After crossing the bridge, I weaved for
another hour in the midday sun sweating and getting covered in dust
while riding through the heart of the state’s iron ore mines (Goa’s #1
industry). It was quite a contrast to the Goa tourists typically see.
This lovely beach is about a 1-hour ride south from my house toward the border with Karnataka. It’s the nicest beach I’ve found yet, but I’m hoping to find more secluded places soon.
I was talked into renting a hut for $9/night by a friendly kid which was cool because I could put my helmet in my hut and not have to carry it around as I wandered the beach. There is a point on the south end of the beach where I took a lot of pictures (or “snaps” as they call them here). I find these flowers especially beautiful (you can click on the image to get a higher resolution image).
This next image is actually 3 snaps combined to form a panorama from the point (again, you can click the image for a higher res version).
While swimming in a little cove, I met a group of travellers that consisted of 2 Israeli guys, an Israeli girl and an Australian girl. They invited me to wander around with them so we walked south to a beach called Patnem and had lunch at a place called Cuba (a local goan chain which isn’t bad). Here are the Israeli dudes chillaxin.
“Dub Side of the Moon” was playing on the sound system. We joked around, went for another swim, played with puppies and watched the sunset as we walked back to Palolem.
There was an outdoor dance party going on that night on the point called “silent noise”. Since there are strict noise regulations after 11pm, the promoters sell headphones and broadcast 2 channels of electronic music for everyone to dance to. If you aren’t wearing the headphones, its a trip to see everyone dancing in unison in complete silence (except for an occasional hoot or scream).
The headphones cost 1000 Rs but you get 500 back when you return them, so when I got tired I sold mine to a guy who was just arriving for 750. Back in my hut, I slept well until I was awoken by a rodent (probly a rat) “investigating” me. After the third investigation event, I decided I wasn’t going to be able to sleep in that hut and went and passed out in the back of a bar filled with drunken English people until dawn. By that time the rodent was gone, I slept for a few hours, had a great breakfast of meusli and curds with honey and a pineapple juice, and explored the north end of the beach. There’s an island on the north side called Monkey island which was perfect for a circumnavigational swim. The water temp here is wonderful, but the visiblity isn’t that great.
The first Sunday we were in Goa, Frank and I decided to explore South Goa. On our way to Margao, we got pulled over by the police (a typical 3rd world experience) and my international driver’s license paid off! Frank was stuck having to pay 500 rupees to get off the hook since he didn’t have one. We stopped briefly in the market section of Margao, which is the commercial center of Goa, where I snapped this shot which I am particularly fond of.
After eating lunch on metal plates for about a dollar, we headed for the beach. The “beaches” of South Goa are primarily one 25 Kilometer long stretch of soft, white sand with different parts given different names. We found an out-of-the-way section of beach and had a dip in the sea and bodysurfed a bit. As usual, there were many Russians around and signs on the beach huts were in Cyrillic characters. I noticed some kitesurfers off in the distance to the south so we decided to go talk to them. Turns out they were from England and were quite nice. Eric and Jane are their names, and the winds had been perfect lately and they were in a jolly good mood because of it. They even offered to teach me for free, so I got their phone number and email (they live here 6 months out of the year) and I plan to take them up on their offer. They told me I should check out Majorda beach for a place to live since it’s one of the closest beaches to my office, so I did just that. We drove to the nicest little part of Majorda and asked the first shopkeeper we saw if she knew of any places for rent. She told us to follow her on her scooter to her sister-in-law’s shop which is where I met Veronica Carvalho. She had a super sweet way about her and she showed me a flat that was above their family home which I have dubbed “Casa Carvalho”. The flat was very nice and we arrived at an agreement on the spot…that was easy! Now for the pics Below is a picture of the street in front of my house. The beach is just down the road and a good restaurant, the Crab Key, is across the street at the Shangrila hotel.
This is Casa Carvalho. I occupy the top-right section of the house with the right balcony. From left to right, the windows go: bedroom, bathroom, kitchen.
This is my bedroom. I sleep in the larger of the two beds. The smaller bed can be put in the living room with its counterpart to form one large bed for guests.
This is the living room where I hang out most of the time and where I am sitting right now as I type. I have this little wireless USB modem from Tata Indicom which works OK (I can’t get broadband here in Majorda).
The kitchen.
The neighbor who I see from my kitchen heating a pot on a fire of palm fronds.
This is a dog I’ve named “one-ear” since he only has one ear…creative, I know. According to Mr. Carvalho, someone in Marjorda cut it off because the dog was caught stealing. What a shame. Here’s one-ear passed out in a heap of ashes in my neighbor’s yard. I really like my neighbor’s house.
In general, I really like living here. At 15,000 rupees ($375) per month its expensive by Goan standards but its less than half of what I was paying in California for rent. A similar place in the states near work and the beach would cost 8 to 10 times as much I’m guessing. A tailor, ayurvedic doctor and masseur, “super” market, travel agent, gym (believe it or not) and many restaurants are all within walking distance. It’s kind of noisy at times with cars and bikes driving by and honking their horns. The worst is when the local dogs start barking. But I’ve yet to have trouble sleeping. I thought about decorating it, but the Carvalho’s aren’t cool with me nailing into the walls so I’m keeping it simple for now. Right now I can hear a train in the distance and the fan in the living room is blowing a cool-ish breeze on my skin as I sit in my underwear at midnight with the door open.
