Bryce Canyon National Park: A Hike into the Layers of Time and Mind

Bryce Canyon National Park: A Hike into the Layers of Time and Mind

By Armando Ortiz

Bryce Canyon National Park lies on the Colorado Plateau of the Four Corners region of the United States. It is part of a geological area called the Escalante Grand Staircase. This area includes Zion National Park and to the south the Grand Canyon, making it quite remote but also unique in many ways. It's called a staircase because there are different layers of rock and sediment that can be seen from the highest to lowest point, making it a geologist and camper's paradise. In other words, this area’s varying layers of land are exposed and it's like seeing the different layers of a cake that are up to ten thousand feet tall. There are many things one can do in this area like stargaze, camp and hiking of varying difficulties. The highest points of this geological area are found in Bryce Canyon. Bryce Canyon in other words is at the edge of a plateau that is about nine thousand feet above sea level. This men

Hiking Bryce Canyon is a preternatural experience. You start your hike at the parking area where you can take several short hikes that follow the edge of Bryce Canyon. These trails offer lots of shade and you can admire the various pine trees that coexist. Hiking down into a canyon you feel like walking down into an orange amphitheater. Monsoon rains will highlight the scents of the trees and bushes as you enter this world. You will be greeted by a pine that has grown in between the clay walls. You’ll look up to see branches extended a few feet above you.

If you let your mind wander you begin to see things that weren’t there before. Kachina figures carved on the mountains seem to stand erect. Mud heads watching along the trail, waiting for you to get distracted. Bear scratches on the giant walls seemed to have been marked by an ancient species. Grottoes of unknown weathered buddhas seem to have been there for hundreds of years, weathered and sunbathed, still standing. Yet, one has to be reminded that we are walking on sacred land.

You start wondering if milarepa was mingling with Paiute shamans. These geological wonders were once places to rest. Its shade provides respite from the sun. Then suddenly a chipmunk races across and to the top causing these delicate walls to crumble. You notice mangled pine roots grabbing on to cliff sides. Their dark and gnarled limbs contrasting the red earth. You suddenly might find yourself in a shaded niche of sorts. A quiet location where the grinding of seeds and medicine took place. Maybe during vision quests the stars were studied from that spot. The spires seem to watch your every move. The sun, whether it be a cloudy day, is strong.

One feels like walking in a labyrinth of tangerine and white pinnacles. Pine tree branches bent, 4 shaped limbs marking the way. You pass through the ruins of a desert palace made of adobe orange and red clay. You begin to wonder if the story of hoodoos is real or not. We stop in between an entrance and rest our bodies from the sun in the cool shade. Take a sip of water, because there isn't any anywhere. The sun bears down on your body making your skin sticky and wet. If it wasn’t for the trail signs we’d be like rodents finding the exit.

Your mind begins to wonder if these earth formations are the ruins of the Anasazi. Entry ways lead you to other openings. Pathways that were once hallways are dead ends. These labyrinths make you dizzy. Maybe the ancients that committed sins are dwelling here and intend to get us lost. There is a pause in the hike, and we look up, the sky is a deep blue, and puffy white clouds indicate flash floods in the distance.

Faces carved by nature and time appear from out of nowhere. Suddenly one of the pillars seems to be wearing a white fedora. Rhinoceros horns make tops of the white fins that outline the ridges within the canyon. The image of the Virgin Mary appears eroded on the cliffs. Maybe it is time to pray to the gods. Your legs get shaky, but it's the heat and the dizzying hike. You follow the people ahead of you hoping they know the way. You wonder if cloud tears had created this site, millennia of thunderstorms passing through, feeding every nook and cranny with water.

Following the path down leads you to the smallest theater in the world, and from there you might discover a weathered diorama to one’s imagination. Maybe if you are lucky you might hear the old song dedicated to the sun. Focus on following the signs and keep track of the distance. When in doubt stand about under the shade, someone is bound to pass by. Again, water is essential on this trail, so take sips as you go. As you begin to reemerge from this mysterious place, turn around, and admire the vastness of the place. Once people called this place home, and found their way out just like we did. You return to the rim of the canyon, and you begin to see more greenery. Walk to your car and look back down at the canyon, you were just down there. 

Zion National Park- Overstimulation: Resting in the Virgin River

Overstimulation: Resting in the Virgin River

By Armando Ortiz

In the heart of Zion National Park, amidst the towering canyons and desert landscapes, I found myself wading in the quiet waters of the Virgin River. As we submerged our bodies in the cool river, I began to reflect on life. It's so easy to get caught up multitasking and doing multiple things at once and how nature offers a welcome respite from the constant electronic overstimulation.

As I rested my body in the waters, I became captivated by the magical beauty surrounding me. I noticed different dragonflies hovering along the river’s edge, some iridescent shimmering in the sunlight, ruby red, blue topaz or pastel yellow. tiny fish began to nibble at my fingers. At that moment I realized that mountains weren’t simply triangular peaks but are also narrow canyons and flat mesas. Floating in the water I realized sandstone can be made up of a spectrum of oranges, with hot pinks and crimson reds bended like a layered velvet cake with hints of tangerine.

In the midst of this sacred place, I was reminded that rivers weren't always freezing cold. In the desert heat of Zion National Park, where temperatures soared to 115 degrees fahrenheit, the river’s 75 degree waters became a cooling sanctuary. Luckily I was not alone to enjoy these waters. Yeny was there with me. Other visitors were enjoying splashing into the waters. 

Being overstimulated by nature brings with it a serene experience, and as I moved my arms and legs in the water I wondered about the lives of those that once called this land home. Even more profound were the cottonwood trees lining the river, and watching its branches sway with the wind and its leaves switch from muted green to yellow green like tiny hands waving at everyone there. The cottonwood trees seemed to whisper secrets of the past, leaving me wondering about the lives of those who once called this place home and how they adapted to the environment. What materials did they use to build their homes? Where did they seek shelter and shade? Among the aspen or juniper trees? How did they navigate the intricate maze of the canyons? Could the alpine plateaus have been locations for the hunt? What vision quests did they embark upon? 

This is what you experience as you rest in the shallow waters of the Virgin River. It brought forth a flood of questions, eclipsing any answers offered by a search bar. It was both physical and intellectual stimulation that the river evoked, finding moments of peace as I moved my arms and legs through the water.

Resting in the Virgin River was more than just a physical experience. It was an experience of reflection and wonder. It opened my eyes to the magical beauty of nature and its ability to transport us through time and space. We left the river with a greater appreciation for the delicate balance of life and an insatiable curiosity about the past and the untold stories they held.

If you ever find yourself longing for a special connection with nature, and are open to consider history’s mysteries, I encourage you to dip your body in the Virgin River. Embrace the colors, the extreme elements, and listen to the whispers of the past, and let nature become the screen that over-stimulates your senses with its boundless wonders.

Crater Lake National Park: Road Trips from Los Angeles

Crater Lake National Park: Road Trips from Los Angeles

By Armando Ortiz

Crater Lake National Park: Nature’s Geologic Wonder Awaits

Situated in South Central Oregon among pine forests that stretch far and wide lies a breathtaking wonder: Crater Lake National Park. Once a giant volcano that surpassed all others in the American Northwest, this park now offers waterfalls, lakes, rivers and creeks surrounding this ancient caldera. If you’re in search of a National Park adventure that unveils geologic wonders and mysterious lakes, this post is made for you. Let’s delve into what you will and might see and discover if you embark on a trip to this captivating destination.

The Road Trip: Unveiling Nature’s Magic

Driving to Crater Lake is easier than it looks, and the drive promises something magical as you drive through diverse landscapes. Road trips have a certain magic to them that cannot be replicated with air travel. Starting the seven hundred mile road trip from Los Angeles, you take the i-5 freeway north. Soon you’ll be driving through the San Joaquin Valley that’s peppered with agricultural towns and golden rolling hills. As you approach Sacramento there might be some traffic, but soon you continue your drive along what seems to be an endless valley. 

Progressing further north, the landscape begins to change and you see oak trees along the edge of the highway, as you continue on it becomes a mix of oaks and pines. At Redding, pines begin to paint the land a deep green, and this will be a good place to stock up on groceries and gas.

At a distance you’ll begin to see the majestic snow capped Mount Shasta, California’s own version of Mt. Fuji. Once you drive past Weed, CA you will take the 97 which will take you northeast. As you keep driving you’ll see views of Mt Shasta and appreciate its grandeur. Driving through the tiny town of Dorris, CA you’ll cross into the Klamath Lakes of Oregon, and be ever so nearer to Crater Lake.

Admire the lake, and consider that thousands of years ago the lake was more than ten times the size than it is today. More recently the lake was mostly drained to have agriculture be a more viable enterprise for the Americans that settled there in the late 1800s to early 1900s. The town of Klamath Falls will be a good place to fill up on gas and get some snacks or buy some ice for your cooler. You continue north and keep driving along what seems like the edge of an endless waters edge until you begin a long stretch of pine forest and reach Highway 138.  

Campgrounds and Water Wonders: Nature’s Bounty

As you approach Crater Lake National Park many campgrounds await, though you must make sure to have made your reservation months ahead of time. To the north and along the edge of Diamond Lake are three campgrounds: Broken Arrow, Thielsen View and Diamond Lake. To the west and southwest,  along highway 62 you’ll find campgrounds along the creeks that feed into the Rogue River: Mill Creek, River Bridge, Natural Bridge, Abbott Creek and Union Creek Campgrounds. The park itself has two campgrounds. The true magic of this entire area lies in its creeks, rivers, lakes and waterfalls, but be prepared for mosquitos and bugs by bringing bug spray. 

We camped at Diamond Lake campground and had lakeside views. Along this campground, various activities are available for you. Rent paddle boats, fishing boats, or kayaks to explore the lake. An easy and mostly flat bicycle road follows the lake’s edge, making it a tranquil ride within the forest. The campground store offers freshly made pizza, decadent ice cream and handcrafted sandwiches.

The Crater: Awe-Inspiring Views Await

Once at Crater Lake prepare to be spellbound by the wonders of its rim. Every side of its rim has awesome panorama views of Mt Shasta and the Klamath Mountains that add to the magic of the place. Along the road are waterfalls that are very cold for you to cool off and dip your feet in, but be sure to wear sunscreen because the sun is intense. 

Taking a short hike to the crater’s rim rewards you with breathtaking views of Wizard Island set against the deep blue waters. Hiking down to the water's edge gives you a chance of diving into the cold waters and is highly recommended. Once you come out of the water you will feel refreshed. If you decide to take a dive make sure to open your eyes to see the mesmerizing blue glow that envelops you.

Exploration and Wonder: An Adventure Worthwhile

You can spend more than one day hiking and backpacking around the crater that range from easy to strenuous. When we were there the southeastern section of the lake was closed for road repairs, so try to get as much information on road conditions as you enter the park. The visitor center has a cafeteria offering fast food options like sandwiches, hotdogs, and chicken tenders. We bought some chicken tenders, along with some cold drinks and had lunch under the shade of some majestic pine trees.

Meeting a park ranger you’ll learn more about the park’s history. Crater Lake was once a 12,000 foot tall volcano named Mount Mazama by scientists today. Its eruption cut away a mile’s worth of height from its top which made it the caldera we call Crater Lake. From a distance, snow-covered volcanoes like Mt. Shasta stand in silent majesty on the California side.

Conclusion: Embrace the Magical Mystery

Crater Lake National Park is a place that has an amazing geologic history with an environment that is perfect to enjoy in the Summers. The drives through the surrounding forest and edge of the caldera make a visit here worthwhile. Whether you bring your family, gather your friends, or set off on a solo escape, Crater Lake’s magic awaits- an adventure well worth embracing.

Kayaking on the Los Angeles River

Kayaking on the Los Angeles River 

By Armando Ortiz

Have you ever floated down the Los Angeles river, catching sight of the traffic on the 110 freeway from within the shadow of a willow tree? Kayaking the Los Angeles River was a unique and memorable experience that exceeded my expectations. A few years back, I had come across an article or news segment on how kayaking was now a possibility on the L.A. River. Kayaking on any body of water was not on my itinerary until recently so I decided to give it a try. With a camping trip to Yellowstone and Grand Teton National Parks on the horizon, I wanted to gain some practice and training in kayaking so that could be a possible option on the lakes over there. That’s when I discovered the LA River Kayak Safari, which offered local kayaking tours, classes and activities on the river. Last year’s unprecedented rain falls really made me decide to follow through and sign up for one of their excursions.

The LA river, which originates from the northwestern edge of the Angeles National Forest, the Simi Hills and Santa Susana mountain. There are other areas that would drain into the Los Angeles River. According to the owner of the company, Mt Washington and the surrounding hills also contributed as a water source to the river. The areas along the river were peppered by Tongva villages, Native American tribes, by the time the Spanish missionaries began exploring the areas. The river was a  vital water source for the Tongva, providing food like fish and nuts from trees, shelter from from young willow trees and tule whose branches and reeds made up the frames of their dwellings, and resources for tools, like grinding stones, and the raw materials necessary for basket making were found along the river. Exploring the river allowed me to appreciate the historical and cultural significance of this natural waterway. It also combined what I’ve learned in books and articles with a hands-on activity that puts me in an outdoor setting.

Our kayaking adventure began at Oso Park, where we met our guides and completed the necessary paperwork. We then chose bikes to ride to the staging area, which was located about two to three miles north along the river. This unique mode of transportation added an extra element of anticipation to the experience. It was also my first time riding along the Los Angeles river and the weather was perfect. At the staging area we were given a brief lecture on the Los Angeles river, and ancient villages that once existed in the area, as well as information on the local frog population that continues to endure, and when the river began to be contained within concrete walls and channels. Afterwards, we were given paddles and instructed on how to handle the paddles, basic movements to turn left and right, and ways to turn once in the water, after which we strapped on life vests and were ready for the adventure.

Once on the river, I was immediately captivated by the serene beauty of the surrounding. Native plants create a green cover, along with oaks and willow trees giving an occasional respite from the sun. The LA River is home to a variety of birds, which include white egrets and blue herons which stand elegantly and more like kabuki dancers along the water. A black necked stilt greeted me along the way as their sounds broke the solitary silence that was experienced at times. The occasional sight of fish jumping out of the water added to the sense of nature’s enduring presence. Being my first time kayaking, I focused on trying to paddle correctly and to be in sync with the pace of the group, but also took moments to appreciate the wildlife and scenery around me. Ducks, geese, other waterfowl added to the vibrant life of the river’s ecosystem making any signs of city life a distant backdrop.

In conclusion, kayaking the Los Angeles River was an excursion that provided both a recreational activity and a deeper connection to nature. It offered a glimpse into the historical and cultural significance of the river, as well as a chance to appreciate the diverse birdlife that is hardly ever noticed, and natural beauty it harbors. The LA River Kayak Safari provided excellent instruction and guidance through the trip, making it accessible even for a newbie like myself. Along the way, I received tips on maintaining balance in fast currents and was reminded of the proper way to hold the paddle. As I paddled along the river, there was a profound sense of peace and tranquility, moving with the flow and discovering my rhythm. The gentle sway of the willow trees, and the graceful presence of egrets and herons all contributed to a feeling of harmony and deep satisfaction. Kayaking the LA River was more than an adventure and a safari; it was an opportunity to disconnect from the bustling city life and immerse myself in the natural wonder that our city has to offer. I highly recommend this experience to anyone looking to explore a unique aspect of Los Angeles and immerse themselves in an outdoor adventure and make a connection to our natural environment.

Hiking Mount San Jacinto via Deer Springs Trail

 Hiking Mount San Jacinto via Deer Springs Trail

by Armando Ortiz

I started the hike at 5am, right as the sunlight began cresting over the horizon, and returned to my car by 6pm. This was my first hike up to Mount San Jacinto. This was a journey through changing landscapes that opened my eyes to what once was happening in these areas. Slopes of the mountain face underwent a remarkable transformation as I ascended, shifting from a sandy dirt trail surrounded by manzanita and oak trees to rugged gray rock boulders intermingled with pine outcroppings. The shadows of trees, and bushes just as well changed throughout the day and were like on complete sundial. Rock formations and uninhabited clearings indicating past life. The hike to the summit makes the Deer Springs trail unforgettable. Any hike that allows you to see the change in the different ecosystems within a mountain range is always special and memorable to the senses. 

To reach the top of Mount San Jacinto an early morning start is recommended. If this hike is done in the summertime there will be sufficient time and sun to complete the hike. There will be two places where water can be gathered depending on which route you take once you reach Strawberry Junction. This day I chose to take a left and head north along the trail. The morning breeze was refreshing and the day was clear. These stretches of the trail are wooded and there will be plenty of shade.

Along the way one might see things that otherwise are overlooked at times. Fallen tree trunks at times looked like crow wings that decorate the ground as signs of past fires that had burned through the area. As one continues climbing you see granite outcroppings, some looking like Olmec figures covered in shrouds while other rocks are huge boulders that have been weathered for millenia. 

Although the hike was difficult, the desire to reach the top became more and more intense as the landscape changed. Although difficult the trail gives a sense of serenity as you discover different fauna and hear the wind blow through the branches of pines and chaparral. There is enough variance in this changing environment that the eye stays stimulated. Before reaching the summit I refilled all my water bottles at Deer Springs, which seems to have water flowing year around and a few feet away the PCT connects with the trail.

As I began my descent the trail revealed some things along the way that allowed me to make connections to what I had seen on the way up earlier in the day. I took a loop on the hike up, and descended on the east facing side of the summit along Peak Trail. This side of the mountain is more exposed to the elements, hiking down the trail is easy, and lined by bushes. Palm Springs can be seen at a distance if you stop and look east. I reached a section that was marshy and had plants that seemed to spiral up tall with a vibrant green. Water seeped out of the mountain on this section of the trail. White granite rubble piled up along a slope seem like caves where natives might have sat and studied the sky. The thick walls and hangs serve as protection from sudden storms of summer heat. 

As the afternoon sun slowly moves across the horizon the shadows of the boulders seem to turn into prehistoric statues and monuments. These looked like the ruins of Greek temples with its slabs laying flat one on top of the other. Most of the trail was quiet, with occasional hikers and backpackers headed up to the summit. The trees sway and the plants stand tall and vibrant indicating that water is near. I leaned on one of the boulders to keep my balance as I stepped over a root and the warm boulder told me of the warmth that was still ahead on the other face of the mountain.

 As I reached Wellman Divide, the sun’s rays served as a reminder that it's summer, and was suddenly rewarded by fabulous views of Idyllwild’s granite canyons making it the perfect location to take a water break and enjoy views of the town below. At this junction bedrock mortars, like giant buried bowling balls, reveal signs of ancient communities that once existed and made their trek to this place reinforcing a belief that this mountain has always been visited and has been the perfect place to take a rest. Once you begin nearing Strawberry Junction you see broken pine trees damaged and altered by boulders that freed themselves from the upper slopes, held sideways by black oaks that resemble canoes. As you descend you feel the rough edges of the rocks rub against the soles and sides of my boots.

On the way down there were times where the trail seemed to change directions, and I had to stop and reorient myself. It was as if something were pulling me towards other directions where I could have gotten lost. I began to wonder and ask myself if the mountain was communicating something to me. Of course this is all idle talk. As I was coming down I began to notice what appeared to be directional markings covered in pine needles and dirt that indicated to a direction or a place. These markers were likely man-made, as I later learned that Native American inhabited this place in the past. At some point I wondered if the dead manzanita branches were covering up what lay beyond. Cleared spaces seemed to be evidence of possible seasonal villages or places where people once processed nuts.

I made it back to the car, my mind remained filled with the dazzling sights I had experienced and remarkable connections I had made along the way. Intrigued by what I had seen, I decided to do some research after returning home. I searched for the trail that I had hiked earlier but now seeing it from a slightly different perspective. I discovered that along the trail there are areas that are like patches of meadows where people could have set up communities. It turns out that the surrounding Native American tribe, the Cahuilla people, had a connection to the mountain and seasonally migrated to these areas. There is even a boulder, about a mile away from the trailhead, that has pictographs that women would visit and write on the walls of this boulder as a coming of age ritual. The boulder that looked like a giant bowling ball most likely was a site for processing acorns and other nuts. 

The top of the mountain was crowded with all kinds of people feeling accomplished, and as I write this down I wonder if the ancient had the same feelings once they reached  the summit and gazed down at the lands and places that they called home. People from all directions, Idyllwild and Palm Springs reaching the top and taking pictures, me included. Different tribes at the top of this mountain exchange greetings and rest on the rocks. Truly this is a mother mountain that has had a significance for people all over the area for a millenia and continues to be silent.

Cormac McCarthy's Blood Meridian: Book Review and Reflection

Blood Meridian: Book Review and Reflection on Today’s World

By Armando Ortiz

I began reading Cormac McCarthy’s Blood Meridian back in the summer of 2019. At that time, a man went on a shooting rampage, killing his father, brother and a random bus rider. As I neared the end of the book, public shooting also took place in El Paso, Texas. There a man entered a Walmart in El Paso, and killed twenty three people. Having witnessed real-world acts of violence, the reflection on Blood Meridian’s themes became all the more necessary. The novel’s portrayal of violence presents an opportunity to explore the deeper roots of such brutality in human nature.

This essay will explore how violence plays out today in our society and is mirrored in McCarthy’s novel, exemplified by the brutal actions of the outlaw characters and senseless acts of violence. By drawing parallels between the novel’s world and real-life incidents like the shooting rampage we hear about so frequently, it explores how McCarthy’s narrative not only mirrors the violence prevalent in society but also raises questions about the lack of sacredness in human lives.Similarly, the novel’s world of outlaws relishing opportunities for brutality exhibits a similar lack of restrain and sacredness, mirroring the violence prevalent in today’s society.

During that time, I also found myself getting a haircut and shared with the barber what I was reading and its connection to the violence taking place. He instantly pointed out the Menendez brother and how they killed their parents to get their inheritance. Bringing that case to mind really meshed with McCarthy’s story of rubes, outlaws and desperados out and about making chaos in the American Southwest.

Again, I found myself with some teachers in a meeting with a local museum director. The art teacher spoke on how students needed opportunities with hands-on activities, to explore other alternatives besides reading, writing, and math. As she spoke to the group, the scene of The Kid repairing or making something with a piece of leather came to mind. I thought about how that character was able to make repairs to his personal items, and yet was just as violent as people can be today.

The novel Blood Meridian is best represented by a rattle snake swallowing its own tail- a symbol of eternal violence. The violence depicted in the book also occurs in modern society and has a global impact. The violence that seems random and uncalled for happening here in the U.S. isn’t unique; all over the world, there are examples of similar actions, and sometimes they remain unknown. McCarthy simply makes it evident that violence is a part of human nature and no one is immune to that part of human instinct.

Similarly, just as modern society grapples with the randomness and senselessness of violence, McCarthy’s novel unveils a world where outlaws relish opportunities for brutality, exhibiting a similar lack of restraint and sacredness. Today’s violence is no different than when the bandits break into an abandoned building and kill everyone inside or when a bear mauling takes place in the mountains. Violence could be avoided and controlled to some extent, but it seems that it is a part of human nature. The novel describes people being executed, or people surviving out in the elements in deformed fashion, adding to our understanding of the extent of violence that we are capable of engaging in.

Blood Meridian is a violent novel where there is no moral to be learned from the outlaw characters and is devoid of sacredness. They have some skills, and have socialized themselves among their peers. Those that make up the tribe are of various backgrounds and have taken The Kid under their wing. Yet they are as violent as the people making headlines today and the actions they take are no different. They are also no less violent than the people that came before them, because violence has played a role in every human society. 

In Cormac’s narrative, the Judge plays an ominous role and at times seems to represent the wise old devil with his vast knowledge. Although educated, the Judge too seems to relish the opportunity for violence. He knows how to make the necessary ingredients to perpetuate violence. He carries a notebook and destroys artifacts only after taking down some notes. In a way, taking notes as he sees fit. He seems to represent a figure that rewrites history through the violence that he perpetuates. In other words his lies become ‘the’ truth and his actions represent the darkest recesses of every reader’s instinct. In McCarthy’s narrative, the ominous figure of the Judge embodies a profound understanding of violence, utilizing it as a tool to rewrite history and perpetuate his version of the truth. This echoes throughout history, where civilizations and individuals have used violence to impose their beliefs and agendas. Today, the violence being played out in our society seems to be undirected and unfounded, much like the violence depicted in the novel. 

And yet, with or without being grounded in history, people still will be violent in taking part in violent behavior. McCarthy simply shines the light on behavior that we typically consider immoral and inhuman, but examples of this exist throughout history and found in all civilizations. Take for example the natives of Teotihuacan and how they buried babies at the base of temples thinking that the gods would accept such sacrifice. The practice of enslaving people has only recently been outlawed, and yet is still practiced in many parts of the world.

Today, the violence being played out in our society seems to be undirected and unfounded, much like the violence depicted in the novel. In McCarthy’s narrative, God is non-existent, and although religion is portrayed, it is not actively practiced. In the story there seems to be a lack of ritual, although the novel begins in the middle of a sermon, and later we see the kid carry a bible, there is no sense of there being a god in the book. All the characters exist in a dog eat dog world. The individuals engaged in the mass violence today seem to lack that ritual and sense of a higher being; they seem to just hate and exist in a world like that of the novel.

Nevertheless, children should be exposed to different activities. What they do with the knowledge that they acquire is up to them to figure out. They should have opportunities to make art with their hands, like sculpting and painting or learning outdoor survival skills that can bring positive outcomes. The hands-on skills that young people receive is limited, and this could be an avenue where they learn to cope with anger, frustrations, and develop resilience. Other alternatives to reach people that might otherwise decide to turn into one of McCarthy’s characters could help lessen the chances of violence. Again, by providing children with diverse opportunities and coping mechanisms, we can aim to lessen the chances of them turning into characters resembling those in McCarthy’s novel. 

Returning to the image of the snake swallowing itself, the chances of random violence happening again anywhere on this earth is pretty much guaranteed. There are far too many examples of our nature on this earth and McCarthy is a mirror that reflects who we are in the darkest corners of our civilizations, societies, tribes, and as individuals. Visiting a museum and seeing examples of human violence towards others supplements a book like Blood Meridian. The novel should be required reading for anyone exploring ways to mitigate violence in our societies and to understand human behavior. Again, the goal of the essay was to reflect on the violence that lives in McCarthy's novel and to emphasize how it is an example of how humans have been towards each other for millennia. In conclusion, the novel serves as a haunting reflection of the darkest aspects of humanity, shedding light on the timeless and universal nature of violence. As we confront the ever-present issue of violence in today’s world, McCarthy’s novel makes us contemplate the deeper reasons behind such brutality and to seek a deeper sense of sacredness in our lives. Doing this can lead to a more profound understanding of violence and a quest for a more compassionate and sacred society.

Antelope Valley California Poppy Reserve: Road Trips from Los Angeles

Antelope Valley California Poppy Reserve: A Day Trip

by Armando Ortiz

   I've been to the Antelope Valley California Poppy Reserve State Natural Reserve many times, especially during Spring. The drive to this place is great and you have two options. Both ways of getting there from L.A. will take you through landscapes a bit different than the usual LA sights. You will be driving through the eastern edge of the Simi Hills and the western end of the Angeles National Forest mountains. 

First option to get there is via Highway 14 north, by taking the Interstate 5 north, then once you’ve passed San Fernando Valley you get on the 14 north all the way to Lancaster where you will exit Avenue I. Next, you will make a left and stay on that street till you join Lancaster Road. This route is the fastest and the most direct and you mostly get to see the western end of the Angeles Crest mountains. As you are driving north you can enjoy looking at the slanted rock formations that can be seen to the left-  Vasquez Rocks, whose name is taken from L.A.’s historic bandit - Tiburcio Vasquez.

The second option is a bit slower but the drive too is scenic and different. From L.A. you take Interstate 5 north and drive to the Magic Mountain area. You exit on Newhall Ranch, make a quick right, and drive past the rodeo grounds that will be on your right side. Then you will make a left on Copper Hill Drive and drive till you reach San Francisquito Canyon Road. Here you will make a left and head north for about 15 to 20 minutes, here you see drive through canyons, oak groves and see lingering signs of ranch life, till you merge with Elizabeth Lake Road, where you will make a left, and soon you will reach Munz Ranch Road where you will turn right. Depending on the year's rain and your time of visit, the hills in these areas might be splashed with the colors of wild desert flowers. The road winds its way through rolling grassy hills that will be peppered with tangerine colors, purple lupines and varying yellow hues. 

You pay to enter the Poppy Reserve and it is well worth the price. In the reserve there are picnic benches near the front, but you can also take a break in your car. There are defined trails that are easy to walk on. There might be one or two sections throughout the site that might get intense for a few meters. There is also a visitor center where you can purchase the typical souvenirs found in such places. It's worth going inside and checking out unique things related to the high desert, like books and hats. If you do decide to hike one of the trails make sure to take some water and a lunch. There are benches along the trails where you can sit and enjoy the views and reach into your bag and enjoy a snack. For a moment you can be transported to the past, when these flowers carpeted not only this area, but extended and covered all of the high desert and even all of Los Angeles. 

If you are on a budget you can pull off the main road where there is a decent amount of blossoms and enjoy the sights. Sometimes parking along the road can be intense, because many people visit this section of Los Anglees during the Spring, especially when there has been plenty of rain. Nevertheless, remind yourself that you are there too see a Spring blooms, and that’s what others are doing too, and believe it or not many people in the city ever drive this far to see something so unique.There are off road trails where you can enjoy the poppy fields, but you have to make sure your car is capable of doing light off-roading as well.

The best time to visit is during the Spring. Timing your visit will depend on how well you keep track of the rainfall in the deserts. Usually if it has been a wet year in Los Angeles you can rest assured that there will be poppies blooming in spring. It is all a matter of monitoring the rain fall, and also the weather because just as it can be a rainy season, hot weather the next week can mean that there will be a short blooming season. In addition, poppies are one of many wildflowers that bloom during the Spring, and these blooms can come in waves. Meaning, before poppies blossom there might be a blooming of desert lupines, goldfields, painted brush, and many others.

Montana De Oro State Park: Road Trips from Los Angeles

Morro Bay at a distance

Camping in California: Montana De Oro State Park

By Armando Ortiz

Watching the sun go down.

I drove through the area where this campsite is located a few years ago. It was past midnight and I was coming from Nor. Cal., the sky was onyx, and the moon’s light reflected on the coastal waters, like an old Mayan carving made of obsidian. At times I could see the white of the ocean water that was crashing onto the coastal crags. The tree groves seemed to just grow wild along the side of the road. This time around I came here to camp and to do some hiking.

Montana de Oro State Park is a very beautiful park that has lots to offer to any visitor. This park is located along the coast of Los Osos, which is about ten to fifteen miles west of San Luis Obispo. Along the way to the park one can find convenient stores and grocery stores where you can stock up on goods. The park gets heavily visited by day hikers, college students and people that are into outdoor sports.

My camp at Montana De Oro

I camped on the Environmental Site 1. Finding parking lot where I had to leave my car was not difficult, but the spot where I’d set up my tent was initially tough to find, but eventually I did. Initially I was a bit unsure of the location where I’d be staying for the night. My site was a quarter of a mile away from my car, and I seemed to be unprepared for a hike. After setting camp, and relaxing I discovered that there was a trail to hike right next to my location. In addition, the coastal sand bluffs were a few minutes away walking. I’d never been or seen such a place. The sand bluffs were new to me. I’d never been to coastal dunes, which make for some majestic photos.

Wild buck at a distance

As I climbed a dune I saw a wild buck. I tried getting closer, but still keeping a fairly good distance from it and took some photos of the wild deer. After having a light snack, and seeing the sun set, I began making my way back hiking around some more and once the sky began to darken returned to camp.During the night coyote visited me, it was outside the tent, all I could see what the shadow that its body created after I turned on the lamp. The rustling eucalyptus trees had woken me up as the midnight wind blew. Nights speckled with shinny pearls and owls watched my every move. Throughout the night coastal waves said, everything would be alright.

Morning at Montana De Oro State Park

In the morning I had instant oatmeal with a packet of trail mix. The tweet of fly catcher families greeted my morning walk.  As I headed towards to my car I saw butterflies float bye. They seemed to be following the northeastern sun. They seemed to be fluttering their wings, like black eyelashes on mocha skin. They moved gently, as if following the push of the breaking wind.

While I hiked the cliffs, a Condor glided bye and followed the edge of sand cliffs. I couldn’t help to imagine an aged cuirass protecting a soldier from an old armada galleon setting foot on the coast. Climbing these sand dunes for god and glory and finding maidens sitting, watching the sun go down. The smell of wild sage and sweet blossoms mixing with the desperate sweat of danger and opportunity, for a moment a flash crossed my mind.

Leo Carrillo State Park: Road Trips from Los Angeles

The sun sets at Leo Carrillo beach.

Camping in California: Leo Carrillo State Park

 By Armando Ortiz

Camp site 59, at Leo Carrillo State Park.

Its Thanksgiving break, the weather is cooler, and during this time Angelinos tend stay indoors. So I decided to see if there were any campsites available. I logged on to the California state parks website and found site 59, which was available for the night.

            Leo Carrillo State Park is at the edge of Malibu, so it took about an hour to get to the park when coming from Los Angeles. Right before arriving I stopped by the Pavilions up the road and bought lunch and dinner. I arrived at the park, checked in and went to my spot. Lots of squirrels scattered as I got out of my car, and scanned the area. I sat on the wooden bench and ate my lunch. Then I set up my camp, and went for a walk. The sites to the left and right of me were empty though online it appeared that they’d been reserved.

Leo Carrillo tide-pools.

            The state park is filled with old California oaks, making the walk to the beach a pleasant one, which took about 10 minutes. The sun was setting, and rocks jutted out of the beach creating a large area of tide pools. A few minutes later I headed north, trudging through the sand, and sat on top of a cliff and saw the sun set.

            At night the neighbors across from my camp were loud; a lady’s laugh sounded like a scandalous parrot, and didn’t stop talking till around 11pm. People shatter doesn’t compare to the sound of cars speeding up the road that borders the park. Mullholland Highway is next to the park.

            Overall, this is a nice place to visit and camp. It seems more family oriented than other campsites, since there are tide-pools and beaches, being very kid friendly. To wrap things up, I highly recommended for families and for a nice romantic outing with that special someone. I imagine that in the summer nights are long and the park is always filled to the brim.

California oak at Leo Carrillo State Park.