The Radiolab podcast (or actually, their "Terrestrials" spinoff for kids)
recently had an episode about
Moon Trees.
Stuart ‘Smokey’ Roosa
went to the moon (well, at least to lunar orbit) in 1971
as the Command Module Pilot for Apollo 14. He was an
ex-firefighter, ex-smoke jumper, and he loved trees.
So for the small personal item that astronauts are allowed to carry on
missions, he brought along a canister of 500 tree seeds of various types.
After almost getting destroyed (listen to the episode for more detail
on Stu and his seeds), the seeds ended up back on earth, where they were
planted in a variety of locations, from the White House lawn to
private yards.
And then ... everyone forgot about them for a while, until their
rediscovery by a third grader (again, listen to the episode, it's a
great story). More recently, Natalie Middleton wrote an
article about
Moon Trees, including a map of the currently known moon trees.
I checked the map to see if there were any in New Mexico. There's one
in Silver City, a sycamore, and some day I'll get down there to visit
— but wonder of wonders, there's also a Douglas fir Moon Tree in
Santa Fe! It's at the Roundhouse (the state capitol). I had to go see it.
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It was 2001, and
Dave and I were off on a road trip to see the Canadian Rockies.
My first time in another country! (Not counting an hour or two in Tijuana
as a kid, and a day trip to New Brunswick as a college student.)
Our plan was to drive up through Portland, then
follow the Columbia River through eastern Oregon, Washington and Idaho
— places I'd always wanted to see. We'd make our way into Canada,
up to Banff and Jasper, then make a loop coming back down through
Glacier. Beyond that we didn't have any specific plans.
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A recent trip through Alamosa reminded me that I'd never written about
my trip to see the gators. High time!
As you drive up Colorado highway 17 north of Alamosa, you pass a
series of old, faded, hand-painted signs saying things like
"Alligators? In Colorado?" and "COLORADO GATORS Discount Tickets sold HERE!"
I'd seen them for years, and chuckled a little but didn't ever give them much thought.
The desert is full of signs for roadside attractions that were
abandoned fifty years ago.
But five or six years ago, someone told me
that Colorado Gators actually was quite an interesting place, too bad it had
recently closed. Darnit — why couldn't someone have told me that
before it closed? Oh, well.
Then last year, we were heading up 17 on our way to visit the
relatives, and I couldn't help noticing that there were really quite
a lot of signs for an attraction that was supposedly gone.
And some of the signs looked fairly new. We had some time to spare, so we
took the detour and found Colorado Gators still very much open for business.
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A week ago I got back from a trip to the Chiricahua mountains of
southern Arizona, specifically Cave Creek on the eastern side of the range.
The trip was theoretically a hiking trip, but it was also for birding
and wildlife watching -- southern Arizona is near the Mexican border
and gets a lot of birds and other animals not seen in the rest of the
US -- and an excuse to visit a friend who lives near there.
Although it's close enough that it could be driven in one fairly long
day, we took a roundabout 2-day route so we could explore some other
areas along the way that we'd been curious about.
First, we wanted to take a look at the White Mesa Bike Trails
northwest of Albuquerque, near the Ojito Wilderness. We'll be back at
some point with bikes, but we wanted to get a general idea of the
country and terrain. The Ojito, too, looks like it might be worth
a hiking trip, though it's rather poorly signed: we saw several kiosks
with maps where the "YOU ARE HERE" was clearly completely misplaced.
Still, how can you not want to go back to a place where the two main
trails are named Seismosaurus and Hoodoo?
The route past the Ojito also led past Cabezon Peak, a volcanic neck
we've seen from a long distance away and wanted to see closer. It's
apparently possible to climb it but we're told the top part is fairly
technical, more than just a hike.
Finally, we went up and over Mt Taylor, something we've been meaning
to do for many years. You can drive fairly close to the top, but
this being late spring, there was still snow on the upper part of
the road and our Rav4's tires weren't up to the challenge. We'll
go back some time and hike all the way to the top.
We spent the night in Grants, then the following day, headed down
through El Malpais, stopping briefly at the beautiful Sandstone Overlook,
then down through the Datil and Mogollon area. We wanted to take a
look at a trail called the Catwalk, but when we got there, it was
cold, blustery, and starting to rain and sleet. So we didn't hike the
Catwalk this time, but at least we got a look at the beginning of it,
then continued down through Silver City and thence to I-10,
where just short of the Arizona border we were amused by the
Burma
Shave dust storm signs about which I already wrote.
At Cave Creek
Cave Creek Ranch, in Portal, AZ,
turned out to be a lovely place to stay, especially
for anyone interested in wildlife. I saw several "life birds" and
mammals, plus quite a few more that I'd seen at some point but had
never had the opportunity to photograph. Even had we not been hiking,
just hanging around the ranch watching the critters was a lot of fun.
They charge $5 for people who aren't staying there to come and sit in
the feeder area; I'm not sure how strictly they enforce it, but given
how much they must spend on feed, it would be nice to help support them.
The bird everyone was looking for was the Elegant Trogon. Supposedly
one had been seen recently along the creekbed, and we all wanted to
see it.
They also had a nifty suspension bridge for pedestrians crossing a dry
(this year) arroyo over on another part of the property. I guess I was
so busy watching the critters that I never went wandering around, and
I would have missed the bridge entirely had Dave not pointed it out
to me on the last day.
The only big hike I did was the Burro Trail to Horseshoe Pass, about
10 miles and maybe 1800 feet of climbing. It started with a long hike
up the creek, during which everybody had eyes and ears trained on the
sycamores (we were told the trogon favored sycamores). No trogon.
But it was a pretty hike, and once we finally started climbing out of
the creekbed there were great views of the soaring cliffs above Cave
Creek Canyon. Dave opted to skip the upper part of the trail to the
saddle; I went, but have to admit that it was mostly just more of the
same, with a lot of scrambling and a few difficult and exposed traverses.
At the time I thought it was worth it, but by the time we'd slogged
all the way back to the cars I was doubting that.
On the second day the group went over the Chiricahuas to Chiricahua
National Monument, on the other side. Forest road 42 is closed in
winter, but we'd been told that it was open now since the winter had
been such a dry one, and it wasn't a particularly technical road,
certainly easy in the Rav4. But we had plans to visit our friend over
at the base of the next mountain range west, so we just made a quick
visit to the monument, did a quick hike around the nature trail and
headed on.
Back with the group at Cave Creek on Thursday, we opted for a shorter,
more relaxed hike in the canyon to Ash Spring rather than the brutal
ascent to Silver Peak. In the canyon, maybe we'd see the trogon!
Nope, no trogon. But it was a very pleasant hike, with our first
horned lizard ("horny toad") spotting of the year, a couple of other
lizards, and some lovely views.
Critters
We'd been making a lot of trogon jokes over the past few days, as we
saw visitor after visitor trudging away muttering about not having
seen one. "They should rename the town of Portal to Trogon, AZ." "They
should rename that B&B Trogon's Roost Bed and Breakfast." Finally,
at the end of Thursday's hike, we stopped in at the local ranger
station, where among other things (like admiring their caged gila
monster) we asked about trogon sightings. Turns out the last one to be
seen had been in November. A local thought maybe she'd heard one in
January. Whoever had relayed the rumor that one had been seen recently
was being wildly optimistic.
Fortunately, I'm not a die-hard birder and I didn't go there
specifically for the trogon. I saw lots of good birds and some mammals
I'd never seen before
(full
list), like a coatimundi (I didn't realize those ever came up to
the US) and a herd (pack? flock?) of javalinas. And white-tailed deer
-- easterners will laugh, but those aren't common anywhere I've lived
(mule deer are the rule in California and Northern New Mexico). Plus
some good hikes with great views, and a nice visit with our friend. It
was a good trip.
On the way home, again we took two days for the opportunity to visit
some places we hadn't seen. First, Cloudcroft, NM: a place we'd heard
a lot about because a lot of astronomers retire there. It's high in
the mountains and quite lovely, with lots of hiking trails in the
surrounding national forest. Worth a visit some time.
From Cloudcroft we traveled through the Mescalero Apache reservation,
which was unexpectedly beautiful, mountainous and wooded and dotted
with nicely kept houses and ranches, to Ruidoso, a nice little town
where we spent the night.
Lincoln
Our last stop, Saturday morning, was Lincoln, site of the Lincoln
County War (think Billy the Kid). The whole tiny town is set up as a
tourist attraction, with old historic buildings ... that were all
closed. Because why would any tourists be about on a beautiful
Saturday in spring? There were two tiny museums, one at each end of
town, which were open, and one of them tried to entice us into paying
the entrance fee by assuring us that the ticket was good for all the
sites in town. Might have worked, if we hadn't already walked the
length of the town peering into windows of all the closed sites. Too
bad -- some of them looked interesting, particularly the general store.
But we enjoyed our stroll through the town, and we got a giggle out of
the tourist town being closed on Saturday -- their approach to tourism
seems about as effective as Los Alamos'.
Photos from the trip are at
Cave Creek and the Chiricahuas.
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I just got back from a trip to the Chiricahuas, specifically Cave Creek.
More on that later, after I've done some more photo triaging.
But first, a story from the road.
Driving on I-10 in New Mexico near the Arizona border, we saw several
signs about dust storms. The first one said,
ZERO VISIBILITY IS POSSIBLE
Dave commented, "I prefer the ones that say, 'may exist'."
And as if the highway department heard him, a minute or two later
we passed a much more typical New Mexico road sign:
DUST STORMS MAY EXIST
New Mexico, the existential state.
But then things got more fun. We drove for a few more miles, then we
passed a sign that obviously wasn't meant to stand alone:
IN A DUST STORM
"It's a Burma Shave!" we said simultaneously. (I'm not old
enough to remember Burma Shave signs in real life, but I've heard
stories and love the concept.) The next sign came quickly:
PULL OFF ROADWAY
"What on earth are they going to find to rhyme with 'roadway'?"
I wondered. I racked my brains but couldn't come up with anything.
As it turns out, neither could NMDOT. There were three more signs:
TURN VEHICLE OFF
FEET OFF BRAKES
STAY BUCKLED
"Hmph", I thought. "What an opportunity missed." But I still couldn't
come up with a rhyme for "roadway". Since we were on Interstate 10,
and there's not much to do on a long freeway drive, I penned an
alternative:
IN A DUST STORM
PULL OFF TEN
YOU WILL LIVE
TO DRIVE AGAIN
Much better, isn't it? But one thing bothered me: you're not really
supposed to pull all the way off Interstate 10, just onto the shoulder.
How about:
IN A DUST STORM
PULL TO SHOULDER
YOU WILL LIVE
TO GET MUCH OLDER
I wasn't quite happy with it. I thought my next attempt was an improvement:
IN A DUST STORM
PULL TO SHOULDER
YOU MAY CRASH IF
YOU ARE BOLDER
but Dave said I should stick with "GET MUCH OLDER".
Oh, well. Even if I'm not old enough to remember real Burma Shave signs,
and even if NMDOT doesn't have the vision to make their own signs rhyme,
I can still have fun with the idea.
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