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Striped Butte Valley

It is winter and it has rained every day for the last two weeks. I am a California guy and two weeks of rain and gloom seem like about ten days too much. I am starting to long for the desert and the sun. So I am starting to fantasize about going to the desert. Step one is to remember past trips, like Striped Butte Valley.

For years, I had read about the Striped Butte Valley. I had never gotten around to seeing it because it is only reached by the southernist and most remote road in Death Valley National Park.  It is not the toughest road, but, because it is far from the Visitor Center and – while it starts in Death Valley Nation Park (and Death Valley itself) – it ends outside the park in the very southern reaches of the Panamint Valley….or visa-versa; it just seemed too far out of the way. 

Last year, Howard D and I decided to finally check it out. We started in Death Valley and drove up a long, easy road up Warm Springs Canyon in the southern Panamints to the top of Striped Butte Valley.

An aside: every picture of every desert I have been to, shows the kind of warm, clear light that is only available for about an hour at dawn and dusk. But, my experience is hours of walking around in or driving in flat, washed out, glaring light. The experience is usually like this:

Striped Butte -1

Now, don't get me wrong – I love the desert and can walk in an area like this all day long. I love the air, the details when I look close, the sun in winter, I love the vastness. But – and it is a big but – it doesn't make a very good picture. A very good image. I have been on a quest to take pictures that show the desert as it is and be good images on their own. This is one of my best trys – to date. (double click to enlarge to viewing size)

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End aside.

As we climbed into the mountains, we ran into more and more wildflowers – especially in the washes where they get more water – and the sky got bluer

Butte Valley -3 

We also found more and more mine ruins and various semi-unexplainable objects.

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But, by far the best thing we found – to use the term very loosely – was the Geologist Cabin over looking the Striped Butte of Striped Butte Valley. (double click again)

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The geologist cabin is a stone cabin, long abandoned, that is open to anyone who wanders by. It is meticulously maintained by someone – or everyone. I have never seen an abandoned building so open and so well maintained; it is cleaner than the usual maintained National Park restroom. It was a great place to hang out and have lunch, looking at the view.

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At the end of the day, after arguing with a burro over the right of way, we drove over Mengel Pass which was much rougher than we had anticipated.

Butte Valley -8 (3 of 1) 

But doable with Howard handling all the rough parts. To end the trip, we were rewarded with a great view and a giant cairn to mark the pass. 

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From the cairn, it was only 40 miles of dirt road and an ten hour drive back to the bay area where it was probably raining. That part, I don't remember.
 

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We are all racists – Cnd.

In the comments section to the post below this one, Richard said

….My concern with saying we are all racists is that it devalues the word
from what I've traditionally taken it to mean.

Actually he said a lot more than that and I encourage you to go to the comments section and read it in full. Richard's comments turn the post into part of a conversation and makes it much more interesting. And Richard makes an excellent point that I devalued the word racist.

That is not what I set out to do but I can see that is what happened.

We are all racists – I hope

A confession here. I am a racist. I hope you are, too. Not because I think being a racist is good or an ideal to aspire to, but, because I don't want to be the only racist in the room.

To see if you are a racist, let me give you a test. Now for you, this will be a hypothetical test; but it was real for me, so please try to imagine it being real.

I was in a hurry, driving down the freeway in the fast lane. In front of me, also in the fast lane, is a BMW. As I get closer to the BMW, I start going through an internal conversation along the lines of Why buy a BMW unless you are going to drive fast – atleast slightly, illegally fast? And why drive in the fast lane if you are going to drive slower than traffic? I get close and see a custom license plate that says USCMBA and my first thought is What a dork. So I pull over to pass on the right – because he is such a jerk as to drive too slow in the fast lane and with a BMW to boot, it is not my fault that I have to pass on the right.

Now, my question here is What is your opinion of a guy driving slow in the fast lane, in a BMW, with a vanity plate that reads USCMBA?

As I go by, I see he is black. Now what is your opinion?

I immediately went into defense – Well he probably has  to dive slow so the racist cops don't pull him over…probably worked his ass off to get through USC which is expensive…his parents worked their asses off, too.

I do want to be clear that this is not all top of my lungs thinking, it is just sort of background noise thinking as I am driving. But I also am aware that my thinking did a 180turn around when I saw that he was black. A racist reaction. True, a chauvinist pig racist reaction. But…still!

When I first meet someone, I notice their sex, age, and color – in that order, but, sort of, all at once. And I start making pre-judged assumptions about that person. I like to think that I am able to add to those assumptions and change those assumptions as I get more information. And, interestingly, because people are always more complicated than my prejudges, getting to know the person almost always results in more change than addition.

So, where is all this going? I don't know, but yesterday was MLK day and I think we have a long way to go. And I think the United States is doing better than most countries. Maybe that is the best we can hope for on MLK Day.

   

Best letter of the week

From the Minneapolis Star-Tribune: by way of Swampland @ Time

Dear Pat Robertson,

I know that you know that all press is good press, so I appreciate
the shout-out. And you make God look like a big mean bully who kicks
people when they are down, so I'm all over that action. But when you
say that Haiti has made a pact with me, it is totally humiliating. I
may be evil incarnate, but I'm no welcher. The way you put it, making a
deal with me leaves folks desperate and impoverished. Sure, in the
afterlife, but when I strike bargains with people, they first get
something here on earth — glamour, beauty, talent, wealth, fame,
glory, a golden fiddle. Those Haitians have nothing, and I mean
nothing. And that was before the earthquake. Haven't you seen
"Crossroads"? Or "Damn Yankees"? If I had a thing going with Haiti,
there'd be lots of banks, skyscrapers, SUVs, exclusive night clubs,
Botox — that kind of thing. An 80 percent poverty rate is so not my
style. Nothing against it — I'm just saying: Not how I roll. You're
doing great work, Pat, and I don't want to clip your wings — just,
come on, you're making me look bad. And not the good kind of bad. Keep
blaming God. That's working. But leave me out of it, please. Or we may
need to renegotiate your own contract.

Best, Satan

(The actual author is identified as Lily Coyle, Minneapolis.)