Perseid Meteor Shower at Tahoe Meadows (Washoe County, Nevada)

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Driving back down from the Sand Harbor on Lake Tahoe after having watched an outstanding performance of Macbeth, I suggest to my friend that we should stop in Tahoe Meadows and see if we can catch any shooting stars from the Perseid Meteor Shower. I had intended to camp out on the Black Rock Desert last night for the show, but with wildfire smoke and ongoing storms and cloudiness decided better of it. Tonight though, the skies are clear and while there is considerably more light pollution here than in the Black Rock, it's still pretty dark. 

I pull over and we hop out of my rental Jeep. We begin scanning the sky for any sign of meteors. the peak of the shower has been the last two nights, but we're still close enough to peak that we should see something. Before I can even finish stating that prediction, we spot a couple streaking across the sky. As is always the case when you try to point one out to someone with you, it's gone before they can even turn their head. It's pretty cool up here this time of night and while we only stay ten minutes or so, we catch roughly 6 or 7 shooting stars, which makes it all worth it.

Lake Tahoe Shakespeare Festival - Macbeth (Washoe County, Nevada)

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While it may be more difficult to classify a Shakespeare production of Macbeth an outdoor adventure, the fact that it takes place on an outdoor stage overlooking Lake Tahoe is all the justification I need. I've attended the plays put on by the Lake Tahoe Shakespeare Festival a few times in the past and it's always been an outstanding experience. 

Arriving with a friend, we checked in and were directed to our table. I've had both the normal seats and the café tables, and while more expensive, I really prefer the tables. The other perk of the tables is having a server to bring our food to us before the show. The stage looks magnificent as a backdrop while we peruse the menu. My friend brought some snacks, which are allowed, but we do decide to split an order of hummus and a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon. I also order a tri-tip and asparagus salad minus the tomatoes. When the food comes a short time later, I note that the salad box says "No T" and as I open it, I notice lots of tomato and no tri-tip whatsoever. I call the server and he and get a good laugh out of it. Why would anyone order a tri-tip salad without the tri-tip. He returns it to the kitchen and arrives back a short time later with the corrected dish, which is quite delicious. 

Right on time at 7:30pm, the lights dim and the play begins. I say lights because the area is illuminated with overhead lighting, but it's not quite dark yet and so, it doesn't have that much impact. It will certainly be dark later though. 

I've always wanted to see Macbeth performed live and the actors and stage direction here are absolutely top notch. Though, I believe they did make some very slight adjustments to the play, it was still an terrific experience. We both thought so and as we head back to my rental car, we discuss the various parts that caught our attention. What a wonderful way to spend an evening under the stars.

Reno Riverwalk (Washoe County, Nevada)

After working in the Reno Office the last four days to get some of our new employees up to speed, I'm taking a much needed day off. Originally, I had planned to camp out on the Black Rock Desert last night and take in the Perseid Meteor Shower, but a combination of wildfire smoke from blazes just north of town and storms systems filling the sky with clouds made me reconsider. That said, I still want to do something with my morning and so, I decided to walk the Reno Riverwalk. In the past, I've run this paved path several times, but it's been a long time since I just walked along it and took in the sites. 

Departing my hotel, Circus Circus, I make my way down Virginia Street and under the famous Reno Arch, which declares this community as the "biggest little city in the world". Having lived here for a long time, I can completely agree with the statement. I really do love this town and I miss it quite a bit.

At the junction with the Truckee River, I divert my path into City Plaza to enjoy a couple of the artworks the city purchased from past Burning Man events. This includes the giant "Believe" sign and the stained glass whale cow and calf. The feel of this town with regards to art and music and just general things to do is unique in my experiences traveling the country. 

Turning west, I cross back over Virginia Street at start heading along the Riverwalk, which passes by Wingfield Park. In years past, this has been the location of the Reno River Festival, a kayaking event. The river has been diverted through a number of interesting channels here to simulate water water. You may ask if that is really necessary on a river as rugged as the Truckee and I would suggest that only in town would this be necessary. The Truckee flows out of Lake Tahoe at around 6,200 feet and then winds through Reno and Washoe County before finally arriving at Pyramid Lake to the north at about 3,800 feet. I've floated many sections of this river and there are sections that are pretty gnarly, but most of the elevation loss is before it gets to Reno and once in town, it calms down significantly.

Continuing along the river corridor while listening to an audio book, I enjoy the fresh air and the general friendliness of the people here. There are many runners out for their morning miles and even some fisherman trying their luck in the river.

Eventually, I reach Idlewild Park and after walking the length of it, I turn around and head back the way I came. This was definitely an urban out, but it was still nice to get in 4 miles this morning. I have a pretty busy day ahead and the fresh air and exercise was definitely needed.

Freel Peak via Armstrong Pass (Alpine County, California)

 

I'm in Reno again for work, but this time, I decided to add a couple of extra days on top of work responsibilities for some adventure. My first stop is to climb Freel Peak on the southeastern corner of Lake Tahoe. At 10,886 feet, Freel is the tallest peak in the entire Tahoe Basin and while I've climbed many peaks on the other corners of the lake, I've never really done much on this part. 

I actually rented a big Jeep Rubicon because one of my adventures next weekend will take me to the very remote Boundary Peak along some rugged old mine roads. That said, it turned out to be a good vehicle for getting my friend Nick and I to this trailhead as well. Turning off highway 89 onto a dirt forest service road, we very early on encountered a section that was pock-marked with very large divots, measuring between three and six feet across and in some cases as much as two feet deep. Given that there were approximately 15 of them on this small section, I'm not sure anything other than a high clearance 4x4 could have made it through this section. The presence of a couple of cars before this section leads to me believe others thought the same thing. Following the road for approximately four miles into the forest, we arrive at the Horse Meadows Trailhead, where a collection of trucks and other beefy vehicles have been parked. 

After getting our gear together, we head out across Willow Creek and up into the mountains. The first section of this trail is a stead up hill and recent rains have washed lots of debris down the trail for up higher. It's something of an obstacle course jumping over branches, rocks, and whatever else the water could carry. 

At the junction with Armstrong Pass, we missed our turn and after a while realized our mistake. The intention was to follow the Tahoe Rim Trail from this section. This forced us to bushwhack a a little bit to get over our intended trail. Luckily, bushwhacking in this region is quite different than in Georgia. In this dry climate and at approximately 8,500 feet, the kudzu, poison ivy, and other strangling green vines and flora can't take hold. It's much more pleasant than other off trail adventures and soon, we're back on our intended trail.

From here, we follow the western shoulder of the Freel Peak complex for a couple of miles before heading up the steep desolate final slope. At the junction with the spur trail that leads us to the top, we stop for a short break and chat with some mountain bikers riding the TRT. After a few minutes, we begin our ascent. As we make our way up this steep section, we encounter a few other hikers coming down from the peak. As hikers do, they say hello we wish each other a good hike.

As it turns out, the peak we had been looking at and thinking was Freel, is actually a sub-peak to Freel, which makes more sense as to why we are headed the direction we are now. The ascent is fairly steep and very dusty, but manageable. Nick tells me that summiting this peak will be the highest point he's every been to. I didn't realize that. In years past, he's done nearly as much adventuring as I have, but family responsibilities and health issues have put something of a damper on that in recent times. As for me, I've been considerably higher than this peak. I've summited Mount Whitney at 14,505 feet and though I was unable to summit Mount Kilimanjaro in Tanzania last summer due to acute mountain sickness, I still reach approximately 15,500 feet. So, this little guy isn't that much to me, but I still wanted to do it.

Once at the top, I sign in on the register that someone has placed in an military-style ammunition case. There is also a sign here erected by a local boy scout troop, acknowledging the elevation and the summit. I take a couple of minutes to take in the view, which is fantastic. To the east Jobs Peak and Jobs Sister rise to nearly the same height as Freel and the trail to Jobs Sister is incredibly gorgeous as it stretches out across the sandy ridge. 

Nick arrives a few minutes after me and similarly takes in the view. We get some water and when he's ready, we begin our descent. The return trip is uneventful, though it is heating up and I end up having to stop to get pebbles out of my shoes a couple of times. Next time I hike out here, I'll have to consider some of those ankle-length gators.

As we return to the Jeep, I offer Nick a fist bump and congratulate him on reaching and returning from his highest point yet. That said, next weekend, we may shatter his record as we make an attempt to summit Boundary Peak, the highest point in the state of Nevada. Total distance for today's hike was right at 10.5 miles and it was totally worth it.

Mill Creek Boardwalk to Woodward Mill Dam via Ivy Creek Greenway (Gwinnett County, Georgia)

The unpredictable weather patterns continue to interfere with my weekend plans again this week. Originally, I was going to be leading the Meetup on a float down through Helen, GA on the Chattahoochee River, but with rain in the forecast and some cooler temperatures, I decided to postpone that trip and hike a little closer to home. After reviewing some options, I chose to explore a new trail near the Mall of Georgia. I really don't know much about the Mill Creek Nature Area, but reviews suggest it is a nice experience even though the boardwalk is some state of disrepair.

The parking area is pretty small, but I found a spot and quickly got my bearings. It seems odd to be hiking in such a popular retail area, but lets see what this trail is all about. After descending a set of wooden steps down the steep hill from the sidewalk, I found myself on a pretty standard nature trail. This part of the trail is a loop and I decided to walk clockwise. The gravel and earth trail soon hits a boardwalk, which as I will find common on today's little adventure is covered with mud. I would guess that this entire area has been recently flooded, which has left the boardwalk a muddy mess. I do my best to maneuver, but it's incredibly slick and I nearly fall on my face numerous times.

Following the boardwalk through a thick, marshy environment, it leads out to an elevated observation deck. I climb the steps, again being very careful of the slippery mud. The deck is roughly forty feet above the marsh and offers some nice views of this wide open area. I had no idea this place was here and it seems odd to think that I'm standing in this natural environment probably less than a quarter-mile from one of the busiest shopping areas in the entire country.

Making my way back to the loop trail, I continue along the muddy boardwalk. Some of it is clear, but a good proportion is covered with the think goopy mud and I have to be very careful as I walk along this path. Soon, the loop comes around on an area with open water. I'm sure the brown muck is home to a zoo of snakes and turtles, but none are making their presence known today. I divert from the loop one last time to what is probably the muddiest section. This spur takes me out to the confluence of Ivy Creek and Little Ivy Creek, but the undergrown is too tall to allow much of a photo.

As I leave the boardwalk and get back to the gravel trail, I start heading west along the Ivy Creek Greenway. This section seems to have sustained some damage probably from the recent flood, but it's still safer than walking on that slippery mud. Before too long though, the trail passes over a sturdy bridge where a couple of teenage boys and their father are casting into the muddy creek. Turning the corner, the trail now becomes a paved path and passes under the highway. 

I hear a water feature and realize I'm probably at the Woodward Mill Dam, which is kind of hidden behind the greenery, but I find a path down to the water. This is a combination of manmade dam and rock outcropping over which the waters of Ivy Creek flow. There is also an old waterwheel here, which was likely used by the mill when it was still here in operation. It sits now rusting away, but offering a interesting picture.

After climbing back up to the paved walkway, I start heading back towards the parking area where I left my car. I pass a few more people along the way, but generally, this place doesn't seem very popular. I imagine the muddy trails have deterred people from exploring. At the car, I check my mileage and see that I got in just 2.7 miles. It certainly isn't much and I really need to start getting in some distance, but it was still a nice adventure to a new area.

DeSoto Falls and Icebox Cave (DeKalb County, Alabama)

The weather in the southeast has been very erratic for the past few weeks. We have been suffering through 90+ degree days with 80-90% humidity, which makes for a miserable time outside. Add to that surprise and harsh thunderstorms popping up unexpectedly, and it's not a recipe conducive to getting much hiking in. I've especially been resisting the urge to travel for any hikes. Today though, I decided to risk it and make a drive just over the state line to visit DeSoto Falls State Park in Alabama. I have tried to do this trip a couple of times recently only to be thwarted by the rain. Today looks to be clear though until the late afternoon, and so, I'm going to give it a go.

It takes a couple of hours to reach my destination and when I do, I'm a little confused by the way the park is laid out. Initially, I pull into a picnic area at the pool above the falls. I have to pay $5 to park here, but hopefully it will be worth it . . . it was not worth it. This area is for family kayaking. The creek that feeds the falls is dammed to form a large pond and a number of families are here paddling out on that flat water. Just below the dam is a small double waterfall, each dropping about 20 feet into another more shallow pool. From there the water heads over the main waterfall, but unfortunately, the angle from here is not very good. I do follow a small trail along the side of the cliff (with a safety fence) to get to a look out point, but even from here, the view of the main fall is quite lacking.

Returning to the car and looking at a couple of maps on my phone, I decide to hike a nearby trail called the DeSoto Falls Bottom and Icebox Cave Trail. Hopefully, this will take me towards the bottom of the canyon formed by the falls and offer a better view. The cave may be interesting as well.

It's only about a five minute drive from the picnic area and once there, I quickly find a parking spot, though the lot is pretty full. The trail meanders through a number of large rock outcroppings, which are probably great for bouldering, as it approaches the waterway, which is known as the West Fork of the Little River. I do encounter a number of other people out hiking on this sticky summer day, but everyone is quite nice. The final push to the pool below the waterfall is an exercise in balance, as the trail traverses over a large number of half-buried stones. It would be very easy to roll an ankle here, but I'm careful and manage it without incident.

When I get to the opening that offers the best view of the waterfall, I'm a little disappointed that the pool leads up to a large boulder, which is taller than I care to climb today. I manage stand on a piece of fallen log to get a couple of shots. There are quite a few people here swimming in the cool waters of the pool and a couple over closer to the waterfall, which is roughly a 300 feet across the pool from me.

The waterfall itself is quite majestic, plummeting 104 feet over the tall cliff. which has been carved into a canyon by the rushing water. This natural configuration seems to be quite common in this part of the world. I've encountered numerous other waterfalls that look very much the same, including Lula Lake Falls, Foster Falls, and the waterfalls at nearby Cloudland Canyon. I'm guessing the geology lends itself to this kind of erosion.

After only a few minutes taking it all in, I turn around and head back towards the car. The sky is clouding up and I'd rather not be caught out here in the rain. A few drops of rain to fall on me, but nothing significant and even though I want to get back to the car, I decide to take an alternative path to see Icebox Cave. This connecting trail takes me up the hillside and to the bottom of the continuation of the cliffs. After a short distance, I encounter the cave.

This cave is more of a very deep overhang. The entrance is roughly fifty feet wide and twelve feet tall, more than enough to allow me to walk into it. The ceiling of the cave is covered with soot, indicating the use of campfires here. I would imagine this cave was used by indigenous peoples as a shelter, as offers a fairly large room, which is nicely sheltered from the weather. Though the ceiling tapers down towards what appears to be the back of the cave, it's probably sixty or seventy feet deep. It even appears to go deeper, but exploring further would require some belly crawling, which I'm unwilling to do today.

The trip back to the car is uneventful, though the rains continue to threaten. The total distance of this little hike was only about 1.3 miles, but some very interesting things to see along the way. I had originally planned to do a couple of other hikes in this area, but given the weather situation, I think I'm just going to head home.

Fort Yargo (Barrow County, Georgia)

Before joining the Meetup group today, I did a short walk in nearby Athens. Having arrived early at Fort Yargo State Park though, I decided to relax in the shade while the rest of the group began showing up. This park is very near to my house and I hike here pretty often. By noon, our planned start time, just about everyone has shown up and after our customary round of introductions, we begin the hike.

We start by crossing the long wooden bridge across the northern end of the lake. As we cross, we talk to a number of men and boys casting their lines into the water and testing their luck. It seems they aren't biting much today. I suppose it's not surprising on such a warm summer day. Shortly after we cross, a couple of late-comers catch up to us and join the group. As we walk, we talking about a variety of subjects, but mostly of other adventures. With three of us here today having recently completed the Camino de Santiago, international trips seems to be the topic of choice.

As we make our way around the newly-built beach facility, we note some storm clouds starting to form up. It is supposed to rain today, but we were hoping it would hold off until we finish our hike. Just past the beach area, we're forced to divert off the normal inner loop just a bit due to some downed trees. Soon though, we return to the intended route.  As we cross the wooden bridge on the far western branch of the lake, our group leaders asks me to check my doppler radar app for signs of a storm. While there are patches north of us, it looks all clear in our immediate vicinity. No sooner have I said that, then we hear the first boom of thunder in the distance. 

I tell the group that my last visit to the park a few months ago ended in hiking halfway around the lake in the pouring rain at night, and that I'm not looking forward to do that again. With that said, I pick up my pace to what is pretty normal for me at about 4 mph. The group falls further and further behind me as finish out the trail. I do stop a couple of times along the way for pictures, including a shot of a beautiful eastern kingsnake slithering across the trail.

I arrive back at the parking area far ahead of the group and send a text just to let them know that I made it back and that I was heading home. Just as I begin driving out of the parking lot, the clouds open up and it begins to pour down rain. Hopefully, my friends found shelter. As for me, I'm thankful to have gotten in my 6.6 miles and to have stayed dry while doing it.