or how I learned to hate the Forest Service...
Ok hate may be a tad strong, how about extreme dislike. but I'm getting a tad ahead of myself.
Friday dawned while it was still pitch black out and windy as heck. I had a 4am shift start so I was up at 2am. Ran medical runs non stop until 3pm then hustled home to try an beat the Friday meatgrinder commute on the Altamont Pass section of I580 out of Livermore. In my rush I forgot a few items, none that were game critical luckily. Packed the dogs and their food on board tossed in a last few items. programmed the GPS and onward we went
we beat the traffic and I thought we were home free, then we hit the construction zone on I5 45 minutes of two lane bumper to bumper from Stockton to Beal Air Force Base yuck. Finally back up to speed we turned on to hwy 70 towards Marysville and the Winds that had died down were howling again with gusts hitting 50mph mostly headwinds though so it was fairly easy to handle the rig. I headed up past Bullards bar and drove across the top of the dam in these weird florescent lights that made it into a surrealistic scene.
I knew I was tired when it dawned on me why the GPS was showing a 9:15 arrival time with 70 miles to go and the trucks clock was showing that it was 8:40 Doh it was still on Daylight Saving Time.
Ok time to look for a spot to call it a night and I spied one just before dropping down into the Yuba river drainage
Parked, walked the dogs, and with dogs on the bed and me under the down comforters called it a night
At first light I took the dogs out and found that we had camped at the site of one of the longest operating Hydraulic mining operations in California it is just north of Camptonville
The mine and taling ponds
camping spot, the mine pit is just off to the right
Kozmo being a dork (looks like Bill the Cat, Ack Pfft)
after a nice breakfast
a bit crisp out
we hit the road and that's when I got my first inking of what was to come. An innocent looking sign stating camping is allowed only in campgrounds next 46 miles.
The Yuba River
gee don't I look warm
So as we drove onwards towards Downieville and scouting out fishing spots it became evident to me that there is a vast bureaucratic conspiracy to take away all fun on public lands in the winter. Every Campground was gated and locked and every pull out had a metal USFS sign stating No Camping.
North of Downiville I went fishing,
I wish I could say the catching was as good as the fishing but nope I got skunked on Dry Flys and Nymphs. The saving grace was the fact that this was by far the best casting accuracy, best delicate fly landing and float without drag that I have achieved all year.
I continued on hwy 49 up to Bassets and hopefully the Gold Lakes basin where dispersed camping is allowed. But when I got there the winds were howling and something in the back of my brain said solo camping in windy cold conditions with no one knowing where you are is not wise
so I turned around.
The view of the snow coated Sierra Buttes
With increasing frustation I drove on out of the Yuba area in hopes of finding a different overnight location. I checked out Bullards Bar Reservoir. yep campgrounds locked, even the private one at the lake was closed.
Seriously low water levels
face of the dam
With light fading I spied a large dirt field across the road from a scenic overlook. No "no camping signs" so bingo park it.
It was already in the 20s outside so I put up my 1" closed cell foam panels over all the windows and skylights. Man I could sit next to the dinette window and not a hint of cold came though those panels. the heater was on low and maybe cycled on 5 times during the night. the experiment was a total success I was nice and toasty. the insulation in the valve compartment and outside access doors also worked no frozen pipes at all. I did run the hot water heater up before bed to take care of that system.
Had a nice nights sleep, took the dogs for a morning walk
then made breakfast.
the smell of frying Bacon in the camper was most excellent. It must have smelled good down wind too because I looked out the dinette window and there was mister bear 15 feet away looking at me. It took me a bit to find the camera and by that time he was walking away
I got out to take some more photos then he turned and looked at me. I decided this was close enough.
We finally hit the road at around 11am and headed down 49 towards Nevada City to the east fork of the Yuba River but when I got there and looked at how cold it was outside I said naw and kept on going. Some how I ended up at Bass Pro Shops in Manteca and bought myself some new toys for next trip.
Ok hate may be a tad strong, how about extreme dislike. but I'm getting a tad ahead of myself.
Friday dawned while it was still pitch black out and windy as heck. I had a 4am shift start so I was up at 2am. Ran medical runs non stop until 3pm then hustled home to try an beat the Friday meatgrinder commute on the Altamont Pass section of I580 out of Livermore. In my rush I forgot a few items, none that were game critical luckily. Packed the dogs and their food on board tossed in a last few items. programmed the GPS and onward we went
we beat the traffic and I thought we were home free, then we hit the construction zone on I5 45 minutes of two lane bumper to bumper from Stockton to Beal Air Force Base yuck. Finally back up to speed we turned on to hwy 70 towards Marysville and the Winds that had died down were howling again with gusts hitting 50mph mostly headwinds though so it was fairly easy to handle the rig. I headed up past Bullards bar and drove across the top of the dam in these weird florescent lights that made it into a surrealistic scene.
I knew I was tired when it dawned on me why the GPS was showing a 9:15 arrival time with 70 miles to go and the trucks clock was showing that it was 8:40 Doh it was still on Daylight Saving Time.
Ok time to look for a spot to call it a night and I spied one just before dropping down into the Yuba river drainage
Parked, walked the dogs, and with dogs on the bed and me under the down comforters called it a night
At first light I took the dogs out and found that we had camped at the site of one of the longest operating Hydraulic mining operations in California it is just north of Camptonville
The mine and taling ponds
camping spot, the mine pit is just off to the right
Kozmo being a dork (looks like Bill the Cat, Ack Pfft)
after a nice breakfast
a bit crisp out
we hit the road and that's when I got my first inking of what was to come. An innocent looking sign stating camping is allowed only in campgrounds next 46 miles.
The Yuba River
gee don't I look warm
So as we drove onwards towards Downieville and scouting out fishing spots it became evident to me that there is a vast bureaucratic conspiracy to take away all fun on public lands in the winter. Every Campground was gated and locked and every pull out had a metal USFS sign stating No Camping.
North of Downiville I went fishing,
I wish I could say the catching was as good as the fishing but nope I got skunked on Dry Flys and Nymphs. The saving grace was the fact that this was by far the best casting accuracy, best delicate fly landing and float without drag that I have achieved all year.
I continued on hwy 49 up to Bassets and hopefully the Gold Lakes basin where dispersed camping is allowed. But when I got there the winds were howling and something in the back of my brain said solo camping in windy cold conditions with no one knowing where you are is not wise
so I turned around.
The view of the snow coated Sierra Buttes
With increasing frustation I drove on out of the Yuba area in hopes of finding a different overnight location. I checked out Bullards Bar Reservoir. yep campgrounds locked, even the private one at the lake was closed.
Seriously low water levels
face of the dam
With light fading I spied a large dirt field across the road from a scenic overlook. No "no camping signs" so bingo park it.
It was already in the 20s outside so I put up my 1" closed cell foam panels over all the windows and skylights. Man I could sit next to the dinette window and not a hint of cold came though those panels. the heater was on low and maybe cycled on 5 times during the night. the experiment was a total success I was nice and toasty. the insulation in the valve compartment and outside access doors also worked no frozen pipes at all. I did run the hot water heater up before bed to take care of that system.
Had a nice nights sleep, took the dogs for a morning walk
then made breakfast.
the smell of frying Bacon in the camper was most excellent. It must have smelled good down wind too because I looked out the dinette window and there was mister bear 15 feet away looking at me. It took me a bit to find the camera and by that time he was walking away
I got out to take some more photos then he turned and looked at me. I decided this was close enough.
We finally hit the road at around 11am and headed down 49 towards Nevada City to the east fork of the Yuba River but when I got there and looked at how cold it was outside I said naw and kept on going. Some how I ended up at Bass Pro Shops in Manteca and bought myself some new toys for next trip.
Great trip report, though it's a shame about the closed campsites. I think they close them around the 1st of November - you can check the internet to verify. Your pictures especially remind me of my scouting days in the 1950s when we spent a lot of time in those parts - our summer camp was below the Sierra Buttes. We used to have a yearly race to the top and the rangers' lookout. Great fun at that age - just work now, unfortunately...
noxinnhoj wrote:
nice tr buzz,very nice pics,and thanks for the info on insulating my windows.We have a lot of grizzlie bears in B.C.,just hope they are sleeping for the winter soon as we are out and about...
You are not kidding about the Grizzlies. We were Tent camping in Jasper in one of the many campgrounds just off the Highway from Jasper to Banff back in my youthful days when around 4 am there was this loud metallic bang followed by the sounds of one pissed off grizz. Loud Roars banging of metal, scared the piss out of me then we heard the ranger trucks pull up and we went to check it out. 3 sites down they had a metal pipe grizzlie trap on a trailer and inside was one big very mad bear. The Ranger read the bears weight on the traps scale loaded up the proper tranquilizer and darted him. They hooked up the trailer and drove it off replacing it with a newly baited empty one. I asked what they did with the bear. he said that they fly them about 200km away and drop them off. takes a week or so for them to make their way back. So wild.
