El Paso Mountains, four-wheel-drive trail.
Nikon D70, 1/125th sec. @ f.16.
My love for California's Mojave Desert exposed!
Wednesday, April 30, 2014
El Paso Mountains-craggy rocks...
El Paso Mountains, four-wheel-drive trail.
Nikon D70, 1/125th sec. @ f.16.
Monday, April 28, 2014
Bickel Camp in the spring.....
For more information about Bickel Camp, access the link that is shown at the bottom of this page.
As for the photograph itself, I shot it with my Nikon D70 as follows:
1/125th sec.@ f.16
http://elpasomountains.blogspot.com/search?q=Bickel+Camp
Thursday, April 24, 2014
Jeep Cherokee in the Coso Mountains....
I don't know much about the old wooden structure in the photograph. But, I want people to see that a modified vehicle is not needed in order to explore many places in the wilderness. Of course, it is up to the the reader to determine if he, she, and/or his or her vehicle is capable of negotiating a particular trail. I take no responsibility for anyone's injuries or damages, here. I resent the fact that I have to write such a disclaimer, but we live in a lawsuit-friendly society.
At any rate, the reader will notice that my old Cherokee's rear axle has swiveled to match the terrain. Seasoned off-road drivers (not that I claim to be one of those) refer to this as articulation. As in: "This vehicle has good axle articulation." As a matter of fact, I would say that a stock Jeep Cherokee, like the one in the photograph does, indeed, demonstrate good axle articulation.
Tuesday, April 22, 2014
El Paso Mountains-More About Colorado Camp...
Johannesburg's Justice of the Peace, a man by the name of Charles Knight, was the original owner of Colorado Camp.
After World War One ended, a returning veteran by the name of C.C. French (i.e. "Frenchie") went to work for Knight at Colorado Camp.
The camp, which is adjacent to Black Mountain, didn't seem to produce much, but there was enough gold dust ("color") in the shoveled dirt to keep Frenchie interest. Ultimately, Frenchie became the owner of Colorado Camp.
Using his "colored dirt" as bait, Frenchie tried to attract investors in the camp-he even carried a gold nugget with him. He did get a fair number of people to "grubstake" (finance) his operation- usually in the amount of $25 per month.
Once he received his grubstake money, Frenchie and his dog, "Bow Wow" would pile into Frenchie's truck and drive down to Mojave for supplies. Typically, Frenchie used the money for gambling, allowing himself enough to buy minimal food and supplies.
During these trips to Mojave, Frenchie would pick up a hitch-hiker and, citing the need for a helper at his camp, convince the hapless passenger to work at Colorado camp in exchange for food and half the gold found.
Usually, the "employee" found himself doing all of the underground digging, while Frenchie-who claimed to be in poor health-stayed outside and ran the dry washer. This arrangement lasted as long as the helper was content with food, shelter, and some flecks of gold.
Frenchie operated this way for years. Between grubstakes and hitch-hikers, Frenchie spewed rants from his typewriter about taxes (which was ironic, because he didn't pay any), the government, and, of all things, the weather. He submitted his work to the Saturday Evening Post, but the editors refused to publish any of his material.
Eventually, C.C. "Frenchie" French faded into the mists of history, leaving behind only the ruins of his camp.
After World War One ended, a returning veteran by the name of C.C. French (i.e. "Frenchie") went to work for Knight at Colorado Camp.
The camp, which is adjacent to Black Mountain, didn't seem to produce much, but there was enough gold dust ("color") in the shoveled dirt to keep Frenchie interest. Ultimately, Frenchie became the owner of Colorado Camp.
Using his "colored dirt" as bait, Frenchie tried to attract investors in the camp-he even carried a gold nugget with him. He did get a fair number of people to "grubstake" (finance) his operation- usually in the amount of $25 per month.
Once he received his grubstake money, Frenchie and his dog, "Bow Wow" would pile into Frenchie's truck and drive down to Mojave for supplies. Typically, Frenchie used the money for gambling, allowing himself enough to buy minimal food and supplies.
During these trips to Mojave, Frenchie would pick up a hitch-hiker and, citing the need for a helper at his camp, convince the hapless passenger to work at Colorado camp in exchange for food and half the gold found.
Usually, the "employee" found himself doing all of the underground digging, while Frenchie-who claimed to be in poor health-stayed outside and ran the dry washer. This arrangement lasted as long as the helper was content with food, shelter, and some flecks of gold.
Frenchie operated this way for years. Between grubstakes and hitch-hikers, Frenchie spewed rants from his typewriter about taxes (which was ironic, because he didn't pay any), the government, and, of all things, the weather. He submitted his work to the Saturday Evening Post, but the editors refused to publish any of his material.
Eventually, C.C. "Frenchie" French faded into the mists of history, leaving behind only the ruins of his camp.
Colorado Camp Ruins, El Paso Mountains...
A crumbling fireplace and chimney mark the location of Colorado Camp.
Thursday, April 17, 2014
Wednesday, April 16, 2014
Drone Over Burro-Schmidt's Tunnel
Once again, more footage from my Parrot AR drone...
Burro Schmidt Tunnel-from a drone...: http://youtu.be/R_aU-CCYS0Q
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