land art.

I don’t know what is most intriguing about land art.  Simply that it is in the outdoors, displaced, making the ecosystem and the natural world the museum by default?  Maybe that it draws people out to the most random locations where they can then look back from a completely unlikely vantage point and reflect?  Maybe my hope is that it will give people an appreciation for nature.  Or perhaps it’s simply that many land art pieces are just extravagantly weird.  Like the mirror house near Palm Springs pictured below.  It’s a part of DesertX, a different kind of art exhibit, scattered across the entire Coachella Valley.  Link to it here.  It ends soon, and is so worth the roadtrip.



Why Do We Need Folk Art?

The man who made Salvation Mountain died the other day.  In a sense that means that a dream that we all share died.  A dream of randomness; a dream of hope and spontaneity and freedom and purpose.

Did anyone even understand Salvation Mountain?  Could you help yourself from loving it even if you didn’t?

It’s so perfect, out there on the edge of the epitome of weird, the desolation and disaster of the Salton Sea, the hot springs, the brutal sun, the unforgiving landscape, and the squatter colony they call Slab City.

Most of us give because we feel compelled.  And we give a little.  But to give relentlessly, and without making much sense at all?  Now, that’s something beautiful.  Maybe that’s art.

A few years back, we spent some time traveling around the Salton Sea and the Anza-Borrego Desert region.  We stopped by Salvation Mountain and let our kid, our only child back then, run free.  It was a place with quite a bit of magic.  It was sort of legendary.

The man who made Salvation Mountain died the other day.  His passing is iconic.  His life has a certain relevance to us all, regardless of if we ever made it out to that lonely desert beyond Niland, California, or saw his appearance in Into the Wild.  We all need folk art, we all need beauty, and we all need Salvation Mountain.


Anaya was always one to run off at that age. Here I am chasing her down as she makes her way to the top of the mountain.

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A Simple Train Ride

I was recently coerced into riding the train in Southern California.  The MetroLink is sort of a commuter train that runs for the outer suburbs into the center of Los Angeles connecting with Union Station and the rest of the world.  The Riverside line goes through some of the more unsavory parts of the eastern LA expanse, so it’s just as well that people become engrossed in their work and electronic devises because there is not much to see.

But if you look, you get a picture.  What you see can be a bit of a shocking view of the other reality of America.  It is an image of run down dwellings, plastic trash in heaps, rusted out old cars, and homeless encampments dotting the empty fields that we pass.  We in the United States are not used to seeing homeless colonies, so this is something novel.  And what is truly interesting about it is the way they are deployed across the landscape.  I have traveled many a mile in developing countries and seen more than enough poverty.  But that poverty is usually centralized and entails a cohesiveness; we see slums, shantitowns, gatherings of tarpaper shacks.  Here, what we see are groups of a few tents here and there largely shunned from society, far out of reach and out of sight of the nearest neighbors, isolated in the middle of empty fields and visible only to the passing train.

But the assumption seems to be that no one is looking…  at least that is the impression that I got on the train.

Except for…

I often try to put myself in the place of a tourist, and experience the United States as a tourist would.  What things matter when you are a tourist?  Are people nice and helpful?  Is the food good?  Is transportation functional, and is there a hotel or hostel nearby?  I like to see what my world would appear to be if I was passing through, forming opinions as I normally do when I travel, based upon limited experience.  And so, this train ride painted a pretty unpleasant picture.  And that’s when I overheard the conversation of a group of German tourists experiencing what I had just been engrossed in trying to imagine.  Only for them, it may have been their first, may have been their only impression.

I am captivated by the fact that we often travel to escape the banality of our own lives and to see the world, but oftentimes it seems that what we leave behind is something that we scarcely know anything about.  As a college professor, I find that experiential environmental education often involves nothing more than taking students out their back door and showing them the world they have been seeing all along.  As a parent who beleives wholeheartedly that my kids benefit most from unstructured outdoor play, I find that the world outside our doors is immensely more engrossing than television and video games, if we will only look and see.  And if we are perceptive enough, we might see that our world is drastically different from how we perceive it.

That’s a lesson that I learn from my kids every time we camp outdoors or wander through a natural landscape, and it came to light in a hard-hitting kind of way when I took that simple train ride into Los Angeles.

A walk Across the Range

Winter is coming late this year.  This means that the trails in the high country of the San Jacinto Mountains are still open and passable even in December.

Last Saturday, a friend and I threw caution to the wind in the face of a storm rolling in off the Pacific and walked the route connecting Idyllwild with the Palm Springs Tram.

The route begins at the Humber Park Trailhead, just outside of Idyllwild, and continues up the Devil’s Slide Trail to the “saddle,” where trails diverge in many directions.  The first couple of miles out of Idyllwild are a climb with no respite, but clear areas afford many commanding views across the valleys and out to the coast range and the ocean beyond.  This is true a true highlight of Southern California.

From the saddle, we head past meadows and through pine forests along the Long Valley trail.  It doesn’t take long in this narrow range before you are looking down at the desert on the east side of the escarpment and can see the shores of the Salton Sea.

Late in the journey, there is a long upward haul toward Hidden Lake Divide and then the descent begins to Round Valley and eventually to the tram.

All told, we were on the trail a scant 5 hours.  Not bad for traversing a range.  The tram is a treat for anyone who has not had the experience.  And upon arrival, they have set up a restaurant and bar to reward you for your efforts.  The ride down is free for hikers and of course you’ll need to have a shuttle vehicle at the bottom.

View from the Devil's Slide of a storm rolling in off the Pacific.

View from the Devil’s Slide of a storm rolling in off the Pacific.


View to the east. Hazy desert and the shores of the Salton Sea.


The arid, east side of the San Jacintos, with the storm that was chasing us east just making it over the ridge line.


The storm closing in, and making the wind howl as we neared the end of the trail.


The ride down the tram to the desert below.


After seeing how quickly this route could be traversed, I devised in my head a trip that would be perfect for a weekend getaway.

I would…

  1.  Begin in Palm Springs and take the tram to the top.
  2. Walk the 8-ish miles to Humber Park trailhead in Idyllwild.
  3. Walk the couple of miles into town, or perhaps catch a ride from another hiker or climber.
  4. Get a room at a local hotel or bed and breakfast.
  5. Clean up and go out for a nice dinner.
  6. Retreat to the cabin to chill by the fire.
  7. Grab a nice breakfast in the morning before getting on the trail back to Palm Springs
  8. Perhaps take a different, longer route back – there are several to choose from.
  9. Arrive at the tram for a nice meal with a commanding view of the desert below.
  10. Grab a free ride down the tram and return to reality.

I’m going to keep that one in the back of my head for future reference.