Extended Yardening Season

 

At the time of this writing (a week or so before you see it) it hadn’t gotten hot like normal summer yet, and  our cabin wasn’t yet opened. In addition, I had nothing pressing on the work front, so these conditions provided plenty of time for continued yardening.

I sprayed all the pomegranate blossoms with Deer Out, and then I saw a deer eating on the tree, so I sprayed it again. Too bad I didn’t count the blossoms when I sprayed the first time, but I was more intent on thinning and spraying. So, I don’t know if the deer was eating leaves or blossoms. One of the reviews I read for Deer Out said that deer might try to eat something sprayed but wouldn’t return for more.

Then I sprayed the hollyhocks, which the deer hadn’t yet bothered this year.

Finally, I sprayed the roses that haven’t yet croaked.

I caught a deer in the act of biting off a fully bloomed geranium, but it hasn’t returned for a second course.

P.S. I have actually sprayed all these multiple times because I just can’t seem to believe the claims. Time will tell…

If you came here for Mineral King news and are disappointed, you can check the Mineral King website to see if anything new has been posted.

A Day Trip to Mineral King

In the olden days (last year), it took about 1-1/2 hour to drive to Mineral King from our house in Three Rivers. This was going slow, stopping to talk to friends encountered on the road, maybe stopping to photograph something.

On Thursday, it took almost 3 hours* to get to Mineral King. This involved a stop to visit with the crew working on the lower section of the road.

I was prepared for a long drive with knitting.

There is a lot of greenery on the way up. Lots of wildflowers too, but I didn’t want to add to the time by asking for photo stops.

This was on the county section. 

Although there wasn’t any active road work after going through the lower gate, Road Guy wants to keep this sign in place so that people who drive the road will be alert. Besides, there could be some road work. There certainly needs to be.

We stopped to talk to a couple of walkers, to rake out a few drainages, and to pick up many traffic cones. Why were so many knocked over? We don’t know. And we stopped at the maintenance barn to visit with the two guys working in MK this summer.

The knitting grew.

This is the background that is overexposed in the knitting photo. It is just above High Bridge, where we stopped for more raking.

There are lots of narrow spaces along the road, but not so much in the upper sections. There is a lot of water running along, under, and across the road, just seeping from the hillsides, running down drainages that aren’t normally running at this time of year. The water is mostly on the paved sections.

Standard photo of the Crowley cabin and Farewell Gap.

The weird piles left from the 2021 fires remain. Road Guy thought the fire crews would return to remove them last summer because they appear to be piles of kindling. Of course they didn’t return.

The juniper tree escaped. It appears in many old photos and was marked to be removed, but better sense prevailed, and this piece of living history remains in the last parking lot.

The daffodils I planted last fall are struggling upward.

Looking alongside the back of the cabin.

I meandered down to a neighboring cabin and was so happy to see all the green growies and flowing water.(Almost said “water flowies” to rhyme.)

The knitting grew.

We walked up to the pack station. Clearly there had been an avalanche, with trees snapped off and bent over, along with a lot of debris on the road.

Chihuahua was running, so I did a little waterology to get it off the road.

Finally, on the way back down, we stopped just above Sky Hook to see the gabion baskets begin to rebuild a major road failure. The construction crew is doing a fabulous job with temporary repairs on the county’s section of the road.

A final thought: if the Mineral King Road normally makes you nervous or jittery, this would not be the year to drive it. (And we still don’t know if/when the Park will open it to the public).

*This wasn’t actual driving time. We stopped to unlock/open/close/relock the two gates, to visit with people, to pick up knocked over traffic cones, to take a few photos, to rake a few culverts . . .

Tomorrow I will return to posting about my artwork. If more Mineral King news occurs, I’ll do my best to post the information. You can also look on the Mineral King website, although the writers there are not as chatty, opinionated, or actually taking photos (but I let them use mine whenever they ask).

 

Mineral King Road, Part 3

Road Guy and the Farmer headed up past Silver City while The Wives (Hiking Buddy and I) got in the Botmobile and headed for home. Road Guy gave me lots of helpful instructions as we went up, such as “keep it in compound low”, “no need to lock in the hubs”, “watch those rocks—they can pop a tire”, “stay in the tracks”, etc.

First weird sight.

Second weird sight.

Now, I will be showing you all the scary parts as we head down. (If the drop-off appears on the right side of the photo, it means I photographed it looking back after we got through.)

This drops off steep and far; it looks mild here, but it is not mild in real life.

Just your basic deep crack in the road.

This is Slapjack, looking back.

I stopped getting out to take the photos and started shooting through the windshield.

Nature is doing her best to reclaim the asphalt.

There were great wildflowers, but we were focused on the other thing (getting down the road intact). Hiking Buddy rolled her window down so I could take this picture of lupine and blazing star without getting out again.

Narrow but passable. Sometimes these aren’t marked because there just weren’t enough traffic cones. Those mainly get used when you could go off the edge and land in the East Fork of the Kaweah River. Otherwise, pay attention! (Pay attention no matter what)

Here are the 2 boulders just above Lookout. The first one is from that notch above the road where it had been precariously perched for decades.

I don’t know these yellow flowers.

Farewell-to-Spring was blooming right through a crack in the asphalt.

The potholes were roaring. 


I stopped taking photos, we got ourselves down safely in the Botmobile, and Road Guy and the Farmer continued their work up.

Bottom line: if you were uncomfortable about driving the road before, you won’t want to drive it this year. (IF it is even officially open).

Mineral King Road, Part 2

Yesterday’s post took us to Cabin Cove, a mile below Silver City, where the backhoe was waiting for Road Guy to continue making the road passable, and mark the narrow parts. The Farmer followed in his pickup, with a rake, traffic cones, and various other necessary items. It is far too dangerous for someone to work there alone, and the Farmer willingly took several days off work to volunteer along with Road Guy.

Let’s admire the skillful handling of this massive yellow machine by our hero, Road Guy.

The Cabin Cove sign lost its hook.

Sometimes the only way to unclog a culvert is with rakes and shovels.

There is a cabin in Cabin Cove named “House of Falling Water”. It was many years before I understood the name, but this year there is no confusion whatsoever.

Thank you, Farmer, for being Road Guy’s ground crew.

Finally, lunchtime.

For some reason, Road Guy turned the backhoe around in front of the Silver City Store. 

Hiking Buddy and I left the guys here and headed down. On Monday you can ride down with us.

Mineral King Road

This will be a long blog post in two or three parts, because there is much to show and much to tell. The main thing you probably want to know is if you can drive to Mineral King. If you have a cabin at Silver City or Cabin Cove and have a smallish vehicle and are a careful driver, then yes. Otherwise, no.

On Friday, June 9, Trail Guy (currently Road Guy), the Farmer, Hiking Buddy, and I went up the Mineral King Road. Road Guy and the Farmer spent 3 days working on the road, and they invited The Wives to accompany them to see how things were progressing.

The assignment for these two determined and intrepid volunteers was “passable and marked”; this was a little hard on Road Guy who took pride in keeping that road in top shape before he was retired. However, the road. . . sigh. Never mind. “Passable and marked” is a tremendous improvement over washed out, collapsed, piled with boulders, tree messes, mud slides, etc. 

They couldn’t begin until the County had the lower parts passable. Once that was done, the Farmer and Road Guy made their way up to the rented backhoe which had been stranded at Lookout since the February storms.

Lest you forget, Road Guy and former roads supervisor volunteered the first 2 weeks of February working with that backhoe to clean out culverts, establish some berms, and get the road somewhat passable. Then the February and March storms came, and it was a very good thing that they had done that prep work. It saved the road. (DO NOT TELL ME I AM EXAGGERATING—instead, pat those guys on the back!)

Alrighty then, let’s begin our tour.

The County Section

Remember the blowout at mile 4.5? It now has a wall and a bridge of planks.

Here is the second washout at SkyHook. The fill has begun; those are gabion baskets on the left and the road will be filled up to the level of the top of those.

The Park

This is above Lookout: passable and marked.

Road Guy said they had been watching that boulder above the road for many years, speculating that all it needed was a little nudge to drop to the road.

See the notch where it was?

Narrow and scary but passable and marked.

It rained very hard the night before and there were new deep mud slicks across the road. Road Guy had his doubts for a brief moment about whether or not we would be able to cross those messes. The trick was to lock in the hubs, then keep rolling, don’t stop.

Narrow, but passable and marked.

A closer look.

Coming to Redwood Canyon, narrow, passable, marked, and look at the next mess!

A “tree mess” is a tangle of multiple trees and roots, unlike a single tree lying across the road. 

The creek at Redwood is roaring. First time I remember ever actually hearing it.

 

These are redwood cones (not to be confused with pine cones or traffic cones.)


Look how many trees were involved in this tree mess.

The mountains beyond, in case you were wondering how things looked.

It is rare to see what the needles of a sequoia tree look like because they are usually many feet above one’s head. (Sequoia=redwood=Big Tree)

We finally made it to the backhoe where it was parked the day before at Cabin Cove. Fancy!

And I got a little demonstration of all the levers and tricks. Road Guy is skilled, experienced, knowledgeable and capable.

Of course I climbed up and sat in the throne. Intimidating piece of equipment.

This has gone on long enough. Tomorrow I will show you what this impressive machine did under the guidance of the very capable Road Guy, all for no pay, all to serve the needs of the Silver City Store and all the cabin folks, and we hope (but do not know yet), the public.

 

Dangerous and Expensive Gardening

This is a bit incomprehensible to me, but I paid for dirt. PAID. MONEY.

After spending some time with my amazing gardener friend, I learned so much. I have dirt; she has SOIL. We live a mile apart, but our gardening quality is about 1000 miles apart. So, I learned about her SOIL: it is called “nitro mulch” and it costs $50/cubic yard. The nursery delivers for a fee, so I bought some.

She also taught me about something called Milorganite. It is a slow release fertilizer. I bought some of it too.

Finally, she taught me about something called Deer Out, a concentrate that you mix with water and spray on everything that deer might eat. It isn’t poisonous, it is water repellent, and the deer hate it.

I spend a morning pruning, weeding, transplanting, fertilizing, and spreading mulch, because THIS WILL FINALLY BE THE YEAR AT LEAST PART OF MY YARD LOOKS GOOD FOR LONGER THAN THE 15 MINUTES OF SPRINGTIME!

Excuse me for shouting. I am pretty excited about the possibility of keeping flowers blooming.

When I was finished and gathering my tools, I heard a sprinkler. We don’t have sprinklers that sound like that. I followed my ears and found Pippin far too interested in a shrub that sounded as if there was a sprinkler inside of it. 

Trail Guy was off being Road Guy (working on the Mineral King road, more to follow in another blog post when I actually have something to report). I called my neighbor, who has killed many rattlesnakes for me.

This rattlesnake was far far under a compact shrub THAT WAS IN FULL BLOOM. Neighbor had to do a fair amount of hacking to even be able to see the buzzworm. I kept the cats away, and hung around in case my help was needed. At one point I used a pitchfork to pry the shrub up so that Neighbor could reach in with a shovel and drag the beast out where he could finish the job.

A friend texted me a photo of a rattler he encountered on a recent hike. I texted him back that Neighbor had just sent one from my yard to hell. The friend replied that snakes don’t go to hell because they lack souls; instead, they are from hell. 

I’d rather have a hacked up shrub than a living snake. 

Gives me the shivers thinking about it. Let’s just calm our nerves with some photos of the better parts of that dangerous and expensive hobby of gardening, shall we?

Tucker wasn’t around for the snake action. Jackson was, and I had to shout him away from it. The cats are excellent about letting us know when there are snakes, but then we have to be excellent at keeping them away. 

Some day I may have to do my own dispatching of snakes. This one took extraordinary skill, strength and determination, and if it wasn’t for Neighbor, I just don’t know what I would have done.

 

Ten Things Learned in May

This month’s Learned List will be full of irrelevant photos. Not much was photogenic.

  1. Did you know that only 2% of the population takes the stairs when there is an elevator nearby? I learned this from Michael Easter, the author of The Comfort Crisis.
  2. The Mineral King Road repairs are in progress.
  3. I learned (again) that sometimes there are no answers; my viburnum snowball bush is dying for no apparent reason; I also learned that all the websites say the same things, which is a whole lotta nothin’. This is how it looked about 4 years ago (the white flowers on the left).
  4. I read The Comfort Crisis after hearing the author on a presentation called “America’s Labor Shortage”; one day after I finished it, Mike Rowe interviewed the author. I highly recommend this book.
  5. The author I am working with on the book about TB taught me two new words: “grok” and see #6. “Grok” is a verb that means “to understand profoundly through intuition or empathy.” 
  6. “Tyro” is a noun meaning “a beginner in learning something”.
  7. Milorganite is a slow release fertilizer that just might solve many of my gardening woes, along with something called “Nitro Humus”. Can’t wait to try them!
  8. The Frugal Girl mentioned having “titers drawn”: titers are blood draws to test for antibody levels  for immunity to things like measles, mumps, rubella, etc. If antibody levels are high enough, you can avoid unnecessary vaccines.
  9. Sometimes, a person needs to know when to say “When!” I have withdrawn from painting the murals at the big Catholic church until October; they may have to choose another muralist if they don’t want to wait. They contacted me last September, with the idea I would be finished by December of 2022. Perhaps I will be able to finish by December 2023, or perhaps a more hardy soul will be able to tackle this in the heat of summer. (Not this little gray duck.)
  10. I knew this, but you might find it helpful. A gopher snake resembles a rattlesnake. If you can see the head or the tail, you will see a gopher snake’s head isn’t diamond shaped nor does its tail have a rattle. But the patterns and colors on the body are awfully similar. This is a gopher snake. I have no photos of a ratttler. (Nope, don’t want any either). #10’s photo was gross. Here. Wash your eyes out with this.

Six Garden Meanderings

 

Apparently I haven’t gone back to work yet. But I am throughly enjoying late springtime in Three Rivers.

  1. I looked up online why garlic bulbs grow too small and the reasons are legion. Planting too close together, too early, too late, too shallow, too deep, beginning with small cloves, not weeding enough, and the most likely: poor soil.
  2. The roses are getting tired.
  3. The bugs are eating the basil in some places and not in others. Good thing someone taught me about rooting cuttings in water so I haven’t completely wasted my money buying these plants.
  4. I am determined to get these cuttings of myoporum rooted so I can plant this hardy groundcover in a rough area of our church grounds.
  5. You are curious about the porch plants that showed up with the cats last week? They are called “Queen’s Tears”.
  6. This is the pile of rocks that I helped move the other day. Maybe I’ll go back to work soon.

Walking on Memorial Day in Three Rivers

On Memorial Day, Trail Guy suggested we walk to see the river. For those of you outside of Three Rivers, that is the middle fork of the Kaweah River. (There are five forks to the Kaweah River: South, North, Middle, East, and Marble. I know: five forks = Three Rivers. Weird.)

We passed by a neighbor’s stunning penstemon.

Then we cut through the Memorial Building parking lot, an appropriate route for the day’s theme. Our neighbor girl called it the Remorial Building because you go there to remember people, so that’s usually how we pronounce it. (It’s on purpose, just like “prolly” and “liberry”.)

The river was charging, although it wasn’t as hot out the past few days. (A friend told us that there is enough snow in the mountains to fill Kaweah Lake 5 or 6 times this summer!)

Edison has wisely blocked off the parking area where people often leave their cars when trespassing at the river. However, it didn’t stop these stupid honyocks from leaving this mess.

A catalpa tree was at peak bloom.

We decided to see if anyone we knew was around to give us a garbage bag, and made it to our friend Barbara’s house. She provided a large garbage bag AND SOME ARTICHOKES!! I LOVE ARTICHOKES!

Excuse me for shouting. Barbara is a terrific gardener with the best yard in the entire town. It is a privilege and a thrill to hang out there. If you are a long-time reader of this blog, you may recognize the place from my early ignorant and fumbling attempts at plein air painting. (This link, and this one too.)

The sand was thick and abundant at the little trashed beach. Good thing we got a big bag, because there was more than we thought. Some stupid chick is now minus a sandal. Too bad. 

When the beach was restored (yes I put my feet in–you didn’t doubt that, did you?), we continued back through the Remorial Building lot. Had to stop to restore a flag to its clip.

I was going to walk back to Barbara’s to help her garden, but realized it would take too long and I wanted to get to work. So, I drove back, and we worked together for several hours. I learned about Nitro Humus and Milorganite, a nitrogen rich fertilizer that is slow releasing and will not burn the plants. I also learned about Sluggo Plus, which takes care of those horrible little jaws on legs also known as sowbugs, and that there is spray to keep the deer from eating geraniums. Gardening is an expensive hobby if you want to keep things alive and thriving. Maybe there is hope yet for my often discouraging attempts.  

Thus we conclude a walk in Three Rivers on Memorial Day. (So weird to not be in Mineral King!)